When you get chickens and raise them from tiny babies in your house on the dining room table, and then talk about them all the time and stop eating chicken, people tend to ask all the time about the eggs. How many eggs do you get each week, how do they taste, blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda.
So far, no eggs.
i feed the girls well, i care for them, i pamper them, but the bottom line is you just have to wait until it's time.
And then-it's time.
Your chicken(s) starts clucking and making a general ruckus and acting weird and then it does what chickens have been doing for millions(?) of years. With no help from me, it climbs into the prepared box and lays an egg. If you're lucky (and i was) your silly chicken redeems your dumb christmas eve by choosing this day to lay it's first egg. How ridiculously cool is that? There has to be some sort of christmas spirit lesson in there, even if you're not looking (and i was).
i will not post a picture of the first egg as it was kinda like a practice egg and not particularly pretty. However, the second egg, while small, was perfect. Light brown with dark brown speckles. Merry Christmas
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