At least one of our garden hens has matured enough to start laying but they’re totally free-ranging so we have had no idea where to find the eggs. As Bill said, it’s like every day is Easter here. Then we discovered the eggs were being layed (and broken) in stupid places, like on top of the dryer so we decided to take some action and the hens have been getting to know their chicken coop again (for half days) and like magic – we have our first egg!
It feels wonderfully unreal, like our garden ornaments suddenly produced food.
Congrats!
What will you do with this first egg?
Lovely home grown eggs. You will never look at supermarket eggs the same way again now that you know what a real fresh egg is like.
How did the egg get on top of the dryer?
Our chooks suddenly stopped laying in their box. By the time we located their stash there were 24 eggs in the pile … get onto it!
Oh yes. I have six chickens; four of them are supposed to lay, but there is only one egg in the nest every morning (still, one egg a day is still absolutely lovely). Preggo/newborn-carrying me doesn’t have the husbandry skills to search under the bushes properly… I dread the day I discover the previous three months’ worth of hidden eggs. (Last time I found a massive stash, I made them into dubious-scrambled-eggs and fed them back to the girls.)
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