Let me explain.
See, here's what I do each morning:
|Every morning starts with|
a cup of coffee and this.
List of Start-Of-Day-Chicken-Chores
1. Open the little red chicken door and watch as my flock of six comes swooping out, each one squawking and complaining because I wasn't there at the break of dawn to let them into the Run.
2. Make sure the waterer has plenty of clean, fresh water. No poop, please.
3. Make sure the feeder has plenty of food. Again, hold the poop, please.
4. Open Coopenhagen's window to help get a little fresh air in the place.
5. Check the nesting boxes to see if any of the Ladies finally started laying.
And it's here that we'll stop. At Number 5.
After four months of patiently waiting. Four months of scanning the wood chips... scrutinizing the straw.... It finally happened. I got to number 5 on my list, popped open the Nesting Box lid, and there it was: A beautiful brown Egg!
|Omeletting you know, finding this was very eggciting.|
|The first Egg (middle) with coins for size reference.|
A penny, a quarter, and for those across the Atlantic, a one pound coin.
Well, according to Google (I find myself saying this more and more these days) these are the approximate ages for my breeds of chickens to start laying eggs:
My two Silkies - 8-9 months
My two Ameraucanas - 5 months
My Dark Brahma - 7-9 months
My Red Star - 4-6 months
Now, the Girls are just a little over four months old, so the late-blooming Silkies and Dark Brahma are out of the equation. And considering the Ameraucanas lay blue eggs, I can cross them off of the list. Which leaves only one. And that one is...
My Red Star. Miss Lynn.
|Hello. My name is Miss Lynn. I lay eggs.|
Now all I need is about five more of her eggs and I can make a decent omelet. I found a great recipe on Google.