Our chickens started laying eggs in the last week or two. The kids favorite thing to do is run out to the coop each morning to gather them.
Some of the early eggs had no shell, just a thin squishy membrane. They were interesting in the grossest way possible. I guess that when they start laying, sometimes it takes a couple times before the eggs develop a hard shell.
I have really been surprised how much I have enjoyed the chickens. I think they are adorable. Watching them peck around our yard makes me smile every time I see them. And they are all in love with Mr. Darcy… when he goes outside, they swarm him as fast as their fat little feathery behinds will carry them. Seriously, it is the cutest thing. I tease him about his harem of females.
This lady here (after consulting with my kids, I am told her name is Mrs. Clucks. I am a bad chicken mom and can’t tell them apart.) was doing what appeared to be the fowl version of lamaze breathing. Hee hee heee hooo heee heee hee hooo.
It made me wonder if laying eggs feels like homebirthing a baby every other day in a box full of straw. Can you imagine? That would suck. Although, they certainly seem to bounce back significantly faster than I ever did, so maybe I’ll stop worrying about it.
The only thing I don’t like about the chickens is (and anybody who raises chickens knows this) POOP IS EVERYWHERE OH MY GOSH IT IS DISGUSTING MY BABY TRIES TO PICK IT UP AND EAT IT IF I EVER TAKE MY EYES OFF HER PLEASE PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME DEAL WITH ALL THIS TURD!!!
I am currently trying to talk Mr. Darcy into building a chicken run. I love these birds, I really do. But, the poo! Sweet valley high, the poo!!! Please, please, won’t someone think of the children!!?