On the other hand, it is sort of a family tradition to find the eggs the following summer. I think my family remembers several occasions when the eggs were found by smell. One that was particularly ripe was in the bumper of someone's car. (Bumpers used to be concave with lots of space to hide eggs near the places where they attach to the car)
But, really, family! Two of the eggs were PINK---didn't exactly blend in with the green and brown of their surrounding area. Granted, I did get a little lazy in my hiding and just started tossing them in my flower beds.
The animals haven't had too much trouble finding them. . .
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And how do we know the ones you find are from the current year?
Love it! I guess that's an argument against hard-boiled.
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