I've already freely admitted that I now totally get being a "crazy chicken lady"! Yeah, it'll be great having fresh eggs - you can't get them any fresher than that. But before owning chickens, I never understood how therapeutic they are. No matter how bad a day I've had, my girls never cease to ease all my troubles. They all come running when I show up after work with their daily treasure trove of fruits and veggies. What a greeting! Just watching them in all their chicken-ness never fails to soothe my soul and reconnect me with our beloved pasture and this way of life we have chosen with intention.
Two weeks ago, it was Saturday, and I was tending to chicken chores inside the coop and hubby was taking the partial covers off the windows since the threat of rain had passed [with no rain to show for it :( ]. I noticed that three of the four nests had been arranged...with enthusiasm. And to my sheer delight, one of them contained an egg! Our very first egg! The egg was small, and whomever laid it had pushed all the hay out of the nest, so the egg went into one of the holes of the milk crate. It almost looked like it was sitting down in a little poached egg cup. I shrieked my husband's name...and quickly realized my mistake. He was on a ladder outside the coop...not a good time to shriek and scare him. So I added quickly, "We got our first egg, we got our first egg!"
I've read lots of blogs and facebook posts when people proudly announce finding their first egg. But now I truly understand all the excitement is about!
We were having eggs Sunday morning, so we cracked that puppy open. It was such a little fella, it wouldn't make much of a meal on its own. And look what we found:
Despite being little, it was a double-yolker!! I wish we knew who laid it. I'm guessing it had to be one of the goldies (golden laced wyandottes). When we bought our chicks, two of them were a little older than all the others we picked out (we took all three of the goldies and all three of the plymouth barred rocks they had, plus six production reds). While all the girls are all the same size now, those two have a couple of weeks of maturity on the others. It shouldn't be too much longer before they are all at laying age. And I can't wait to be collecting eggs every day.
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