It seems to me that the more I learn about chickens, the less I know. We took the leap back in May, and have been living with chickens for six months now. We’re still on our chicken honeymoon.
All of our chickens have survived, and the hens have started laying eggs. We are still excited enough about our eggs for the whole family to keep count of how many we collect each day. Today I collected eight for the first time.
They lay their eggs in the run, and on the floor in the coop, and in the nesting boxes. I come around, rinse them off, and put them in the refrigerator. I really don’t know which hens are laying the eggs. Yesterday we had our first blue egg, so I know that one of our two Ameraucanas laid her first.
Honestly, I was expecting more eggs from fourteen hens. But I’ve realized that we still have a lot to learn about each other. They seem to think that every time I walk out the mud room door I’m supposed to have kitchen scraps for them. I adjusted my expectations, after a little more research, to the view that they have all started to lay an egg every few days, and maybe I have a few late bloomers. But I’m happy. I’ve stopped buying eggs. This is a two way relationship.
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