Doug came in from measuring the space around the porch. “I am not sure about closing off under the porch. That is the chickens’ safe place from predators.”
“We must!” I replied, “Do you want eggs, or what?! Besides, Bumble keeps the predators away.”
Later that day- “Two eggs!” Doug brought in two beautiful eggs recognized as our original Golden Buff’s eggs belonging to Peep and Daffodil. (Mahalia never did start laying- read highly embarrassing and hilarious post about it here.) Later an Araucana egg came in. The day before was one Golden Buff and one Orpington egg. All in all, about three eggs a day is what we are averaging for fifteen hens. With organic feed, these ladies are averaging sixteen-plus dollars a dozen for eggs. Mama not happy.
I was certain that sixteen lovely ladies, most of them in their new sexy teens, ought to be laying regularly. They must be laying under the porch.
Granted, Laverne looks like a half plucked, half sized version of herself, Ethel just seems pissed off, and the Italian girls are so tiny, I can’t imagine what they will lay.
Still, Doug and I agreed that we would lock them in the coop for an entire day to see who is laying and how many eggs we are truly getting. Yesterday we both kept looking out at the coop, saddened by not seeing the familiar bobbing of chickens around the yard, feeling a smidge guilty at locking them up (in their hundred square foot coop…spoiled much?), and wondering if any laying was going on. We figured Henry was having a good time anyway.
Last night, we went out and brought in one Marans egg and one Arauncana egg. Are you kidding me? Maybe it is too chilly out there; they’re freezing their feathery bloomers off, don’t want to have kids in this! So, tonight we will turn on their red light and see if that helps. Enough chicken vacation.