Though I'm new to this, we got our first egg this morning from our partridge cochin, who is just about seven months old. Yes, we've had chats. I've waved the barbeque tongs. I've patiently explained their lot in life. I've given them uncured spiral cut ham, grass fed steak, organic feed, crushed egg shells, pate, brie, but no champagne. Here's what I learned-a couple weeks ago, her comb and wattles finally started to grow, and now she looks like a real chicken. Her pal, Vivienne, is huge, but no comb and wattles, hence perhaps, no eggs. BB squawked for three days, and finally this morning, showed us what itwas all about. When your day comes, all those long, eggless days fade into the past, and you'll focus on that one perfect oval and be thrilled.