Today was a big day.
I had been sitting outside near the coop, on the edge of the bed where our vegetables would be growing if we weren’t packing up our stuff and hitting the road in a week (!!!)…snuggling with Harley, thinking about how gorgeous it was outside and admiring the pretty feathered ladies skipping through the yard.
Stella stepped up and started pecking at my boots, wondering if I was holding out on her and the gang with a supply of sunflower seeds hidden in my pockets.
I started thinking about how big they are now and how impressive her little wattle and comb had become in the last couple of weeks. This is a sure sign that they are growing up…which caused me to wonder if this little lady would be the first to lay an egg. As is typical these days, I pondered with a pic, posted it and continued to soak up the sun.
When Scott came downstairs and joined me outside, I relayed this same question over to him…just in time for him to ask where Chimay was (answer: not with the girls), then peek his head into the nest and remark that Chimay had left us not one but two perfectly light blue eggs (albeit a little grimy with chicken poop).
So much for my Easter egg / layer prediction skills.
This is coming off a week of Chimay trying desperately to escape the backyard, even attempting to tip toe into the house a few times last Thursday. She kept settling into one spot hidden in the bushes beside the fence…leading us to wonder (and worry a bit) that she might not be feeling well. After our discovery in the hen house though, we went back over to her hiding spot and were surprised and delighted to find yet another perfect little egg.
I ran upstairs to jump in the shower. By the time I was ready to head to the store, I started to wonder if the eggs we had found were from today…or not. Just to check and see, I popped back down to the henhouse and lifted up the lid to the nesting box.
Sure enough, another perfect (mini for now) egg. This one unsoiled and brilliantly blue.
We celebrated with snow cones and apple beef burgers with gouda, avocado, lettuce…and two little eggs on top (they would have been fried but we also discovered right about this time that we were out of propane so…they, along with everything else, were baked).
A proud day on the little urban homestead we currently keep on Bowen. Now we’re just hoping that the stress of the move doesn’t disrupt Chimay, or the other girls if they start laying, from producing eggs. I wonder who will be next…