Some people even have to - gasp - buy eggs ...
I've had to buy eggs since mid-November. When I get out of the car after getting home from the store, I say, "Oh, girls, I just brought home eggs from the store. Could you maybe think about getting back to work, please?" Do they answer? No. Do they care? No. Do they give a $h!t? Well, yeah, they give a lot of that. (The other reason I have them is for their compost building poop.)
They are going through a partial molt, even though they're only 9 months old. The hours of daylight are slooooowly getting longer. Maybe I'll get eggs by my birthday in February.
Love 'em anyway.