Cemetery Eggs

The man appeared to be following six ducks around an old cemetery at 8 a.m. on a Wednesday.

Gene is a kite surfer, retired and living with his wife in a medium sized RV. They spend a month in the Outer Banks each year, and he's been coming here for 25 years.

I was camped right next to the graveyard, at a site overlooking the water. The campsite cared for the ducks, but it wasn't clear that anyone was caring for the cemetery. Every day people would come and feed the ducks, but the gravestones were broken or overgrown.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Looking for eggs.”

“To eat?”

“The owners don't mind, they don't want more ducks. They got them a few years ago but they started breeding.”

“The ducks live in the cemetery?”


“How are the eggs?”

“They're good. Jean found one the other day.”

Gene and Jean, living in an RV and eating cemetery eggs for breakfast.

Posted on October 19, 2013 .