March SOLC–Day 13
Each year when sunlight is a rarity in our northern clime, the chickens stop laying eggs. I could use an artificial light, but I opt not to. My totally-unscientific theory is that perhaps they will lay eggs for longer if they have a winter respite. Last year, prior to what we dubbed “The Fox Fiasco”, our chickens were free-ranging. It was hard to determine when the first egg was laid. We first knew they were laying again when we found a nest tucked into a corner of the barn overflowing with multicolored eggs.
This year the remaining chickens are cooped and it’s easier to keep an eye on things. After the aforementioned Fox Fiasco, our flock is down to three aging chickens. (Don’t ask me how the fox knew which ones were young and tender, but they were clearly targeted!) I had retrieved two eggs over the course of last week, so I knew the girls were laying again. (Yay! Yet another sign of spring!)
Yesterday morning I hastened through my chicken chores. I slopped fresh water in their bowl, topped off the feeding tank and carried on our regular conversation. It goes something like this:
“Good morning, Chickies! It’s a beautiful day! How are you today?”
“It looks like you were thirsty. Here’s some nice, fresh water.”
“Enjoy your day! I’m just going to check for eggs.”
“Bawk! BAWK!” (I swear the pitch and volume changes on that response.)
I opened the door on the other side of the coop to check out the egg situation. And here’s what I found:
A bounty of beautiful eggs and a double yolker to boot! Can you see it? What an eggs-cellent haul! After a few words of praise: (“What a good job, Chickies! You have been busy! I’m impressed!”), I gather up the eggs, head into the house to clean them off, and tuck them into their temporary cardboard nests. Spring is surely one step closer. Scrambled eggs anyone?