Our First Duck Eggs: The Joy (and Surprise) of Finally Collecting Them

This past weekend was one of those homestead milestones that makes all the muddy boots, water refills, and feed runs worth it—our ducks finally laid their very first eggs! Let me tell you I was less than prepared peep the duck eggs in my shirt, because I didn’t bring a basket!!

I don’t know who was more excited, the kids or me. They’ve been running out to the duck pen every morning for weeks now, checking and hoping, and the squeals when I spotted those first eggs were priceless. It felt like Christmas morning—except instead of presents under a tree, we had treasures waiting in the mud.

There’s just something so special about collecting eggs you raised the animal for. It’s a little reminder that all the everyday chores—refilling buckets, scrubbing feeders, chasing ducks who think the hose is their personal splash pad—add up to something really rewarding.

The eggs themselves are beautiful. They’re a little larger than what we’re used to from the store, to me they seem a tad harder than normal store bought eggs. I keep picking them up and smiling like they’re made of gold.

I ended up using them to make scrambled eggs, and let me tell you the difference in taste from store bought eggs or chicken eggs in general is ASTOUNDING!!

For now, I’m just soaking in this moment. Watching the kids proudly hold those eggs like they’re carrying the crown jewels reminded me why we chose this homestead life in the first place. It’s about slowing down enough to notice these small victories, and teaching our little ones that good things are worth waiting for.