The image above is of chicken eggs, specifically eggs from the breed officially called Dominique, known locally here in the Deep South as "Dominicker." (I prefer the latter term, and will use it and the diminutive Dom in this post.) The eggs in the picture are not from my birds; our four hens are just 2 1/2 month-old pullets. Discovery of our first egg will be a celebratory moment.
So we have chickens, four hens, of the Dominicker variety. It's an old breed, the oldest known breed in America, brought here from southern England in the early colonial period. They're dual-purpose birds, meaning they're good layers as well as being good to eat. Their feathers ("hawk"-patterned) were prized for pillow-stuffing. Most of what folks in my area call "Dominicker" are actually Barred Rocks, or Barred Plymouth Rocks, developed from the Dom and known for their single comb, instead of the rose-comb of the true Dom. Dom hens are gentle, and ours are remarkably tame, willingly perching on one's arm, or even head (I do not allow the latter on my person, though my wife and daughter think it funny. They will not think so when they have to clean chicken poop out of their hair.)