This morning we ran into a hen strutting around like she was the mayor of the coop.

We go, “Hey boss, what’s with the blue eggs? You slap an Instagram filter on them or what?” And she goes, “No filter. That’s genetics and swagger, darling.” We go, “And that afro hairdo you’re rocking?” She goes, “Easy. Sleep well, and don’t hang out with beige-egg hens who get jealous.”

Magikito moral: if someone gives you a weird look today for being “different”, pull your mayor-hen face and keep laying your eggs whatever colour you feel like.