Every morning there is a lovely brown pullet egg waiting for me in the first nest box in the hen house. I was pretty sure it was either my largest barred rock or one of the RIR because they always nest there in that particular box.
Yesterday morning I went out to milk my goats and went to check the hen house first - you know just in case there was an egg
No egg.
I went out and milked the goats and did some chores and then went back to the hen house. The big RIR was sitting there in the box. I lifted her up to see if she was sitting on an egg. Nope. I put her back and she stayed there. So I filled the feeders, swept down some cobwebs and killed some time. Still she sat. Different hens came up and pecked around my feet and did their pick-me-up song and dance routine. I held a white wyandotte for a minute and then the RIR jumped out the nest box.
And left behind the morning gold. One lovely brown egg.
When I cooked breakfast yesterday I cracked the egg into a clear glass dish and held it up to the the light. It was fertile. The bullseye was there. I don't know who fertilized it though. It could have been anyone of those boys we culled later in the day. I am curious though and I will be watching to see if my big barred rock is fertile.
Yesterday morning I went out to milk my goats and went to check the hen house first - you know just in case there was an egg

No egg.
I went out and milked the goats and did some chores and then went back to the hen house. The big RIR was sitting there in the box. I lifted her up to see if she was sitting on an egg. Nope. I put her back and she stayed there. So I filled the feeders, swept down some cobwebs and killed some time. Still she sat. Different hens came up and pecked around my feet and did their pick-me-up song and dance routine. I held a white wyandotte for a minute and then the RIR jumped out the nest box.
And left behind the morning gold. One lovely brown egg.
When I cooked breakfast yesterday I cracked the egg into a clear glass dish and held it up to the the light. It was fertile. The bullseye was there. I don't know who fertilized it though. It could have been anyone of those boys we culled later in the day. I am curious though and I will be watching to see if my big barred rock is fertile.