Are these like fingerprints or something? Does each chicken excrete oils that 'grease the way', so to speak ? Whatever the answer to these questions, these eggs looked so interesting after taking a bath in egg dye. And it got me thinking ... about the random nature of existence and the cycles of life and the seeming finality of death and re-birth and egg salad and deviled eggs and why they're called deviled eggs when they come from something so perfect. I should stop now, but you do see where I was going with all this free association don't you?
Happy Easter ... XO!