Bugger, I dropped the
ball eggs! They’ve been laying for a while now, long enough for 4 of them to go clucky on us. I haven’t recorded anything to date though as I’ve been slack? occupied? out of habit?
Apparently they started laying a week after the shortest day when the biggest red bird (wyandotte x something nasty) started. We originally thought she was a he because it was growing so quickly and becoming so large that we figured she must have been ‘misdiagnosed’ during the sexing process.
That all changed when she started laying – Awwww – when she became affectionately known as BigBertha. Soon after that she went clucky and earnt the name SidVicious, that name change was cemented when we tried to collect the eggs. Gauntlets were used after the first couple of attempts as she not only would draw blood through the clothing, she’d stay latched on! Would have loved to have seen a fox try her on, feistiest little b…blighter I’ve come across. She decided (with a lot of encouragement) that motherhood wasn’t for her and she’s back to being well balanced again (probably on a knife edge though).
After that her sisters started laying and we have….
1 seriously so – Miss Gentle.
1 so-so – Miss Metoo.
1 wants to be, but food still tastes good. Miss Ummm.
after that come the 3 aunts from the original hatching, they are supplying us with eggs sans the clucky hassles.
Last but not the least, dear young Henny Penny, the sole survivor from the middle hatching – as entertaining as ever, still roosting alone (by choice). I don’t know if she’s laying, she doesn’t have to though, she’s DW’s favourite, and DW’s her favourite.
Chook Eggs - 2011 Harvesting
Easily a 100 to date. Damn, I had such good intentions too.