07 March 2017

More than You Wanted to Know about Egg Shells

eggshellstrengthI'm a lover of genealogy and history (click here for a blog about my "other" interest), so reading a newspaper from 1917 is not out of the ordinary for me.  While doing just that this morning, I came across the following item.  Though chickens and their eggs have changed over time, for better or worse, I decided to share the article here.  Enjoy your learning for the day! ;-)

Newnan Herald (Georgia)
19 January 1917, pg. 2

STRENGTH OF EGGSHELLS.

The Great End to End Pressure it Requires to Break Them.
Few people are aware of the wonderful provision made by nature to protect against breakage [of] the egg of a bird, by the use of the arch.

"The fact that no man, no matter how strong he may be, is able to break a sound hen's egg by squeezing it between his hands, applying the pressure according to the axis of the egg, made me try to find out the resistance that an egg can withstand in this way," says G. Herrasti of Westerly, R. I., in describing his experiments in the Scientific American.

"Brown eggs proved stronger than white ones and broke under a pressure averaging 155 pounds, the minimum being 125 pounds and the maximum 175.

"White eggs broke under an average pressure of 112.5 pounds.

"The method employed was as follows:  The egg, setting point upward, was placed on a platform scale and pressure was applied to it by a lever and a jack.  Felt seats conveniently disposed prevented the egg coming in contact with the wood.

"The shells were measured for thickness and found to be .013 inch to .014 inch.  When it was considered that the average diameter of the eggs was 1 3/4 inches some idea may be formed of the enormous strength provided by nature."

We're less than two weeks way from starting seeds.  Luck to all in the upcoming growing season!

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Shared at Tuesdays with a Twist.

04 March 2017

Book Review: Habit Changers

Habit Changers: 81 Game-Changing Mantras to Mindfully Realize Your Goals by M. J. Ryan speaks to a seemingly simple way to change that voice in our heads that lies to us about our capabilities. The author provides simple statements to counteract the notions we've been telling ourselves for years.

Do you often blame others for anything and everything that happens to you? When that begins to happen, and you notice the thoughts forming, make a conscious decision to stop that thought. Instead, meditate on "My response is my responsibility." Always comparing yourself to others? Meditate on "Walk your own path." Think you have no time to do all that needs to be done? Meditate on "I have all the time I need."

It sounds overly simplistic, I know. I thought that as well. The work comes in making a conscious decision to change a thought. It's really not that easy for many (most?) of us. Though with the help of this book and the mantras included, it is very doable.

More about Habit Changers from the publisher.
More about the author M. J. Ryan.
I received this book from Blogging for Books for this review.  The words and opinions here are all my own.

15 February 2017

Wild Onions and Mourning Doves

And Daffodils and Robins.

We seem to have reached the "in between" season.  You know the one that can aptly be referred to as late Winter, and equally so as early Spring.

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I noticed a patch of Wild Onions, harvested some, and dried them for later use.  The pungent and earthy smell emanating from my dehydrator is a sure sign of early Spring.

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We've also been blessed with the bright yellow beauty of the Daffodils blooming in yards all around town.  Like stars shining at night, pointing the way toward Spring.

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Then there is the pairing of Mourning Doves.  They're the perfect "in-between" season bird to watch.  The mournful coo brings about a reflective Winter mood.  Yet the whistling of a pair in flight is a sure sound of Spring and a reminder of the babies that will soon come.

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I was somewhat surprised to see a tree full of Robins just a day or two ago.  And that's not hyperbole.  Every branch, no matter how small, held one or more of those red-breasted birds.

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On the other hand, I've also noticed not quite all the Mourning Doves have become part of a pair.  Hanging on to their independence as long as they can.  Maybe that's a sign we're not necessarily done with old Mr. Winter just yet.

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