So here’s the daily egg report: Roo is my little overachiever—drops one perfect medium to large white egg almost every single day. Gypsy Chick? Total diva. She lays whenever her muses inspire her, produces a dainty cream-colored egg, and then spends the rest of the day strutting.
And here’s the mystery—there are only two laying hens in this operation. Two! Yet my egg basket looks like it’s been stocked by a black-market poultry syndicate: cream minis, crisp whites, and the occasional medium-to-large brown, and some tinted something. Someone explain, because I’m either being punked by junglefowl… or my hens are secretly shape-shifting.
Oh, and because life wasn’t already egg-citing enough, I’ve now got five brand-new chicks peeping in the background. Yep, I’m in deep. Obsessed, outnumbered, and oddly entertained.
So I didn't disappear- I had major surgery abroad and came home to well- more chickens!
And here’s the mystery—there are only two laying hens in this operation. Two! Yet my egg basket looks like it’s been stocked by a black-market poultry syndicate: cream minis, crisp whites, and the occasional medium-to-large brown, and some tinted something. Someone explain, because I’m either being punked by junglefowl… or my hens are secretly shape-shifting.
Oh, and because life wasn’t already egg-citing enough, I’ve now got five brand-new chicks peeping in the background. Yep, I’m in deep. Obsessed, outnumbered, and oddly entertained.
So I didn't disappear- I had major surgery abroad and came home to well- more chickens!