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I didn't mark the hen's name on all the eggs,\\; since I don't have a webcam in the nest box, I can't always tell for certain which egg was from which hen (I usually get out to collect only a couple times a day, not every time I hear an egg song .. at times there are as many as THREE of them in the nest box at once)
if I look at four or five eggs from the same day, I can often tell -- Christina lays by far the largest egg (as long as someone else isn't laying a double-yolker, which happens every few days around here) -- Phoebe's eggs are definitely more pointed on the ends, while Anitra's tend to be middle-sized but much rounder .. the color varies a bit, depending on how much "brown" coloration they coat it with, each time ... all three lay basically pale blue eggs with varied amounts of brown-coat, so they come out somewhat green ... from aqua to mint to mossy
much easier to tell with Ginger (pink/salmon -- really a white egg with a very light brown coat), Becky (dark olive drab -- a bluer egg with a more intense brown coat), and Deirdre (definitely pale blue, with little to no coating, so it looks turquoise-to-aqua)
I'm sure Roopert is carrying at least one blue-egg gene, since he had the definite pea-comb-with-three-rows as a young cockerel -- now he has this floppy thing for a comb ... looks worse than it did since I had to swat him with a PVC pole when he was attacking me one time .. was aiming for his underside but he ducked ...
will be interesting also to see what color eggs these chicks lay when they get to be POL pullets ... and with Roopert's genes, any cockerels should grow up to be nice yard art ...
I think the paler chick Miss Perfect is calling "Tetra" is probably Anitra's, then, and the unpipped egg Ginger's. I haven't checked Quatra and Quinta's egg shells, yet: I got up at 4am because we figured Quatra would be out of her shell by then, and slept through my alarm, only to wake up at 9:39 when Ruby pounded on my door and then pooed all over the dining room rug, again. ARGH.
So I'm sitting here trying to hurry breakfast so we can go take some portraits. And the chicks are snuggled down on their rock under their icelandic yurt, a cake-cooling screen making a frame for their tent.
I didn't mark the hen's name on all the eggs,\\; since I don't have a webcam in the nest box, I can't always tell for certain which egg was from which hen (I usually get out to collect only a couple times a day, not every time I hear an egg song .. at times there are as many as THREE of them in the nest box at once)
if I look at four or five eggs from the same day, I can often tell -- Christina lays by far the largest egg (as long as someone else isn't laying a double-yolker, which happens every few days around here) -- Phoebe's eggs are definitely more pointed on the ends, while Anitra's tend to be middle-sized but much rounder .. the color varies a bit, depending on how much "brown" coloration they coat it with, each time ... all three lay basically pale blue eggs with varied amounts of brown-coat, so they come out somewhat green ... from aqua to mint to mossy
much easier to tell with Ginger (pink/salmon -- really a white egg with a very light brown coat), Becky (dark olive drab -- a bluer egg with a more intense brown coat), and Deirdre (definitely pale blue, with little to no coating, so it looks turquoise-to-aqua)
I'm sure Roopert is carrying at least one blue-egg gene, since he had the definite pea-comb-with-three-rows as a young cockerel -- now he has this floppy thing for a comb ... looks worse than it did since I had to swat him with a PVC pole when he was attacking me one time .. was aiming for his underside but he ducked ...
will be interesting also to see what color eggs these chicks lay when they get to be POL pullets ... and with Roopert's genes, any cockerels should grow up to be nice yard art ...
I think the paler chick Miss Perfect is calling "Tetra" is probably Anitra's, then, and the unpipped egg Ginger's. I haven't checked Quatra and Quinta's egg shells, yet: I got up at 4am because we figured Quatra would be out of her shell by then, and slept through my alarm, only to wake up at 9:39 when Ruby pounded on my door and then pooed all over the dining room rug, again. ARGH.
So I'm sitting here trying to hurry breakfast so we can go take some portraits. And the chicks are snuggled down on their rock under their icelandic yurt, a cake-cooling screen making a frame for their tent.
