@Jayde thumbs up for getting the ball rolling.
To answer your first question first in a boringly scientific fashion, since dinosaur eggs, insect larval cocoons, fish row ova of various species and daughter cells produced by mitosis all predate chickens in the evolutionary time line, and all could be said to be eggs of one sort or the other, I think the answer is obvious.
A more important question is, which tastes nicer, the chicken or the egg!
I'd automatically say chicken, however if chicken is over roasted to the point of being too dry it can be nasty, where as I do like a good scrambled egg or omelette, and my dad makes a most amazing frittas, so I'm not sure.
In terms of seasons, at the moment it's been one of the most inconsistently annoying springs ever. We got someone to clear up our garden both so we could go and sit out there, and also so we could take the dogs, since with lock down effect we can only walk the dogs between about 1 and 6 Am in the morning, however the bloody weather has decided to be dark, dank and dreary.
I don't know why, but for some reason I always find summer a difficult time of year, especially now I have no summer music school to go to anymore, for some reason, even though it implies worth weather than usual, I always quite like autumn, partly because of the approach of christmas, and bonfire night and so on, even though halloween is much less a thing in Britain than it is in the states I think.
Books wise, my lady and I are currently reading bag of bones by Stephen King. we just finished Becky Chambers' new novella, which was actually disappointing, mostly for unabashed sermonising. I have written a review and it should be appearing soon.
For people liking books about detailed analyses of magic, apart from anything by sanderson (since magic systems are sort of his pet thing), I can highly recommend Patric Rothfus king Killer series They take some getting used to, since the books are basically a long interview tieh a main character who appears to be on the surface a succeedinator of the first order, being a genius, and awesome musician, and amazingly skilled at combat, with huge magical power. Yet, oddly enough the books are more about how much he fails, and how, despite having every gift under the sun, things never work out right for him. There is also a fantastic cast of side characters, including a university of magical professors, and a lot of discussion of detailed magic theory in a far more academic method than you see in most books, indeed I particularly liked how even the structure and logic of his university feels very much like what I learned in history of medicine about eighteenth century medical education.
The first book in the King killer series is name of the wind, the second, the wise man's fear. There are also two novellas, the slow regard of silent things (which is a gorgeously written, poetical story about a beloved character and the way she sees the world), and the lightning tree.
the third and final book, doors of stone, is due to come out this summer.
Otherwise, I'm also reading Fuse, a dystopian novel, somewhat like the hunger games by Juliana baggot. The first book, Pure was fun (I did a review up on www.fantasybookreview.co.uk), the second however is taking things to much darker places and doing some really interesting stuff with the characters, and is probably going to get a higher mark from me.
I'm also playing a lot of Erion, especially with the new crafting system and fishing, indeed my monk character is now at a higher level than my previous archer was, so I'm seeing lots of new areas and quests.
I'm also continuing zombies run each day, lifting weights and running, and generally having a surprisingly good time, to say that with my lady on the at risk list, we're still being hugely careful about corona virus and lock down, indeed we've been told to stay inside until at least June, though for a pare of introverts who adore each other this is less hard than you'd imagine .
With our dreaming and singing, Ceaseless and sorrowless we! The glory about us clinging Of the glorious futures we see,
Our souls with high music ringing; O men! It must ever be
That we dwell in our dreaming and singing, A little apart from ye. (Arthur O'Shaughnessy 1873.)