It was like a fairy tale: A group of us go to this quaint little market to buy lunch, where Floyd strikes up a conversation with a bubbly woman with a voice like Glinda the Good. She leaves (not by soap bubble), and returns with a large green egg. 
Not a dyed egg, but a real green egg laid by one of her hens. If this were a fairy tale, it would hatch a dragon.It didn't.
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Was this green egg from a Araucana chicken? it's also called an easter egg chicken. We had some of those a bunch of years ago. Each Chicken lays a different colored egg. I've seen peach ones. Yellow ones and light green/blue ones.
Did you get any ham?
Glinda: Look at it! Look at it! It's green! How do you expect me to eat this?! I'll get the salomenella!
Market Lady: I told you Glinda, NO REFUNDS! (thinking to self-I'd like to reach over there and choke her with that scarf!)
Floyd: C'mon Market Lady, ease up! I'm holding out my hand in a gesture of friendship here. How about you and share a cup of tea? I see you sell that PMS tea here. I'm just sayin'.
Marc: (thinking to self) I wonder if she knows I'm looking down her shirt? I don't think she does. Life is good.
Lurker: (thinking to self) Who are these crack pots? I'll just look down that Market Lady's shirt while I wait for some durned customer service around here.
It's too much copper in the feed source: the pigment is deposited during formation in the oviduct. Happens. No risk per se, but certainly interesting.
Of course BoBo knows what causes it. My BoBo is the smartest guy I know.
Holy Weird, a green egg.
I am going to read Dr. Seuss later now.
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