Common Egg-eater (Dasypeltis scabra), family Colubbridae, found in Sub-Saharan Africa and parts of the Middle East
Top photo: Eat a tasty egg.
photographs by Mond76 & Johan Marais

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Common Egg-eater (Dasypeltis scabra), family Colubbridae, found in Sub-Saharan Africa and parts of the Middle East
Top photo: Eat a tasty egg.
photographs by Mond76 & Johan Marais
girlboss and egg eater
“Matter of perspective”
I went from “How can anyone eat unhatched eggs?” to “actually more than a few might consider it...” Inspired by @hypergryph‘s Egg-eater lore. If you somehow have not heard of them yet PLEASE go give them a follow and look at their art and especially the pics of the lil’ freak himself, Matthias. It’s interesting and adds a whole level of ‘messed up’ which I’m a sucker for. Info below the cut
What if....... egg eater Obsidian
This regal boi would totally eat eggs
Rhombic Egg Eating Snake
Dasypeltis scabra
Source: Here
PROBLEM / SOLUTION
I had a hen start laying eggs in a small space behind a pen which is bricked in on two sides and backs the pen wall. They were also 6 feet down, so pretty impossible to reach. The perfect spot if you want no one to get your eggs, and if the hen were broody and setting them, I’d be thrilled. However, not so much. I was worried about them rotting to be frank.
Yesterday, I came across the ground squirrel pictured sitting in the food dish, I snapped a pic and it ran behind this pen. I peered in and it had stopped at the eggs. I walked up the hill and looked down, it was having a feast! I came back later and only 5 or 6 eggs remain - and they might just be shells
Dasypeltis scabra wraps her lips around a plover’s egg, jaw unhinged, toothless, swallowing another mother’s unhatched chick whole.
The egg slips down the slick channel of her throat, an apathetic anti-birth, a clench and a crack, she sucks out the yolk and spits away the empty shell, never stopping to wonder if she might wake one day to find someone has slunk into her nest and swallowed the eggs of her own belly when no one was looking.