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Archive for October 5th, 2008

Finally Earning Their Keep

Oct
5


I have eggs!!!!!!!!!

My chickens hatched the last week of April, making them about 19 weeks old when the first egg appeared.

Actually, two eggs. Both on the floor of the hen house.

One here in the middle of the hen house, the other in the corner.

Did I not give them golf ball signposts to show them where to lay? What is wrong with these hens? Why are all my animals so uncooperative? Have the chickens been talking to Clover?

And why do these eggs look so weird?

They’re small, which I expected, having heard that first eggs tend to be smaller than normal. (Above, the first two eggs compared to a standard storebought “large” egg.) But the color! It’s an odd greenish-gold. Not white, not brown, not the pale minty blue-green of Araucanas. Nothing I expected at all.

Several of the hens seemed quite interested in the eggs when I was picking them up from the hen house floor. This one even seemed as if she was trying to sit on one to keep me from taking it.

Did she lay one of these eggs?

Or was it this hen, who jumped on my back while I was picking the eggs up?

Or this hen, who started pecking at my feet?

What about this hen?

Or– Could it even have been her???

No one’s ‘fessing up. So all I know is…..

…..my egg basket…..

….isn’t empty….

….anymore!

Waiter! Cancel that chicken fricassee order!

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Don’t Look at Me Like That

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5


She’s thinking! She’s thinking! Make her stop!

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