- Mar 25, 2009
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I've taken to telling Mom as I go out the door in the mornings exactly how many eggs I'll find when I close up for the night. And I've been right for the last week.
How, you ask? Because my Wyandottes are little machines, laying three days in a row then skipping a day, and my others are doing nothing. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see the pattern 2, 2, 1, 1, 2, 2, 1, 1... and figure out what comes next.
So much for longer days bringing more eggs
I'm beginning to think that the only way my four lazy bums are going to bring eggs is if I butcher them all and feed them to the Wyandottes!
How, you ask? Because my Wyandottes are little machines, laying three days in a row then skipping a day, and my others are doing nothing. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see the pattern 2, 2, 1, 1, 2, 2, 1, 1... and figure out what comes next.
So much for longer days bringing more eggs
I'm beginning to think that the only way my four lazy bums are going to bring eggs is if I butcher them all and feed them to the Wyandottes!
