Oh, how my heart swells with joy.
We brought our 6 laying hens home from my dad and step mom’s flock on October 29th. Dad and Janet have been getting eggs for a couple weeks now from their 19 hens and asked every time we spoke if we had any ourselves. We worried they had begun eating the eggs due to cold weather, boredom and/or the light-filled nesting boxes. We had built two nice nesting boxes, but with two 4’x4′ south facing windows in our small coop, it was impossible to keep light out. In an effort to appease the ladies we dug out an old cat carrier, removed the door, placed it in a corner facing the wall with just enough room to squeeze in for privacy, and filled it with fresh straw. That was yesterday, and by mid morning today we had our first egg (in the cat carrier of course). So it was either coincidence, or hens can, and will, hold out for more ideal laying quarters. Lesson learned.
It is such a simple symbol of all that we are trying to do here. It feels like an important milestone and another nudge in the right direction. I actually squealed when I cracked open our egg and compared it to the other (organic, free run, store brand) eggs; so yellow and vibrant! I actually felt sad that so many people may never know this joy.
And once again, I am reminded of how blessed our simple life is. Thank you for that sweet ladies.
go gently + be wonderful