|The start of the hunt (slightly muddy eggs)|
We just had an amazing egg hunt! (Yes, I know it’s November, let me explain…)
Our chickens have been acting strangely.
We couldn’t find the girls last night and searched the yard (and neighborhood) high and low.
No sign. I thought they were in a pot or cat’s belly somewhere.
This morning they all wandered out around 10 AM. They had been hiding under the deck! (We have a HUGE deck.)
Dinner, the sweetest chicken, was not coming out but for a minute or two to eat and I thought maybe she’d been injured by a cat or some other creature…
When we went hunting for her tonight (to put her up in the coop) I found her in the smallest part of the deck (about 6 inches from the ground.) She was sitting on a “nest” of eggs and she pecked at me when I went to chase her off.
Uh oh- a broody girl!
When I managed to chase her off Scott went to reach for the egg she had been sitting on.
Hubby: “Um, babe?”
Hubby: “She doesn’t just have one egg…”
Me: “Oh? How many?”
Hubby (laughing): “Get me a BIG basket.”
|Before washing and testing|
The Grand Total?
After washing them assembly-line style twice, and testing them 2-3 times by independent judges (me and the kids) we ended up with 44 GOOD ones! Oh me.
|After, only part of the find|
And I accused the chickens of being lazy.