As previously mentioned, our hens survived a near miss possum attack a little over a month ago. Since that time they had not laid a single egg. During the 41-ish day egg drought, we became reacquainted with the inferiority of store bought eggs. Gak!
Yesterday, however, as I was giving the chooks breakfast, a brownish orb caught my eye in the corner of the run. Sure enough, it was a fresh egg courtesy of Scratchy. It seemed like a silly thing to be excited about, but I was jacked up. My threat about the new chicks laying eggs and a soup pot wasn't made in jest. You can argue about the economics of store vs. backyard eggs, but non-laying hens are pretty much a sure fire money sink.
Things continued to improve today when I found an off-white egg in the girls' coop. That means that either Cookie or Carmella has also gotten over her traumatic experience. In short order, we should hopefully be back to our previous 2 egg-per-day average. No more concentration camp produced eggs for us. Sweet!
This is where the "farm fresh" eggs in the grocery store come from.
This is where my breakfast came from.
Frühstück von heute Morgen.
