I'm really getting anxious for my first egg. I'm watching my girls like a hawk as they're 24 months and their rent is past due!
They've been on layer feed and shells for several weeks now, are sporting deep red combs but nothing yet. Hussies!
A few moments ago I heard the "egg song" being belted from across the yard and my smallest girl, Mabel, was bawking as she walked across the yard. The other two had their necks stretched, a little bewildered at her noise.
Alas, no eggs. She's stopped singing and is back to picking at my flowers.
Am I getting close? Does this song mean she'll lay soon?
Very frustrated.
At least Mama's baby boy is showing some love. Here's the vicious half-pint sleeping like a baby in my arms:
They've been on layer feed and shells for several weeks now, are sporting deep red combs but nothing yet. Hussies!
A few moments ago I heard the "egg song" being belted from across the yard and my smallest girl, Mabel, was bawking as she walked across the yard. The other two had their necks stretched, a little bewildered at her noise.
Alas, no eggs. She's stopped singing and is back to picking at my flowers.
Am I getting close? Does this song mean she'll lay soon?
Very frustrated.
At least Mama's baby boy is showing some love. Here's the vicious half-pint sleeping like a baby in my arms: