On Wednesday afternoon, this egg was laid at exactly 2:15. At 2:16, I reached into the coop and made myself breakfast. How often can you say your breakfast was only one minute old? (Okay, maybe three minutes old by the time I cracked it open in the frying pan.)
That first egg a couple weeks ago was eggs-citing, to say the least. But what’s even more exciting is going away last weekend, and coming home a few days later to all three of my chickens laying!
Sniff, sniff… my little girls are all grown up now! Kimora and Iman’s beautiful brown eggs are just as smooth and perfect as Gisele’s, with bright orange yolks and hardy shells.
I usually wake up to eggs waiting for me in the coop each morning, and Wednesday was no different. When I unlocked the coop, I found a green egg sitting in the sleeping attic, Gisele’s favorite nook to lay. I usually find their eggs in every random place but the egg box… even the poop tray once. (It sounds gross, but seeing as everything comes out of the same “vent,” as chicken-keepers call it — poop, pee, eggs — it didn’t seem too unusual.)
I went about my daily chores in the garden, with the three amigas following me around as I cleaned out the coop, raked over the run, and watered the salad bar.
They were being exceptionally chatty that afternoon, especially Kimora, who was baaw-baaw-baaaaawk-ing louder and louder by the minute. She was pacing back and forth, flapping her wings in a frenzy. I picked her up and held her to calm her down. She wiggled free of my arms and darted across the ground. All of a sudden she disappeared into the coop, which was odd considering the chickens never go into their coop until sunset.
I peeked through the little window and saw her tip-toeing into the egg box, slowly and cautiously. I held my breath. She pushed aside the golf ball I had placed in there (a decoy to encourage egg laying) and nestled in next to it. She ducked her head and peeked back out at me.
I watched her sit inside the egg box for a few minutes. Every so often she spun around and nestled right back in. She pecked at the golf ball. She sat front-facing, then back-facing. She was calm and quiet. I didn’t really know what to make of it. Outside, Iman and Gisele were baaw-baaw-baaaaawk-ing, looking for their sister.
I tossed out a handful of scratch to keep the other two occupied while I figured out what to do with Kimora. By the time I turned my attention back to the window, Kimora was already emerging from the egg box. She skipped down the ladder and ran into the yard to rejoin her sisters, cool and collected. And then it caught my eye: Tucked into the corner, resting on the nest pad, was a fresh brown egg! I nearly squealed with excitement.
Not only had I practically witnessed my chicken laying an egg, but she had finally laid it in the egg box! Hooray!
I forgot to mention something else at the beginning of my story. That minute-old egg, in itself incredible, was also warm. I had never felt a freshly laid egg before — straight from my own chicken’s butt! — and the warmth of its shell was surprising and amazing.
The homestead teaches me something new every day.
JennyJanuary 30, 2014 at 4:17 pm
Wow, how amazing to collect your own eggs fresh from the yard! I recently started eating my first-ever, home-grown salad greens, but I can only imagine how cool it would be to have your own eggs.
Btw, when you’re away from home, how do you take care of your chickens? Do you have someone come by to let them out, feed them, etc? Love your blog!
Linda LyJanuary 31, 2014 at 9:27 pm
I usually have a housesitter (a great friend) who takes care of the chickens and garden for me. But they’re so easy to care for that friends with no chicken-keeping (or any kind of pet) experience have done it too.
ReneebouillonMarch 18, 2012 at 9:32 am
I love the fresh from the chicken butt eggs in the morning! We picked up some Silkies, Brahmas and an Orpington yesterday. Cannot wait for them to grow up and lay tiny eggs!
Linda LyMarch 19, 2012 at 2:06 pm
Aww, tiny eggs sound almost too adorable to eat!
Emi LoveMarch 16, 2012 at 11:48 am
So romantic to be able to walk outside and collect your eggs every morning for breakfast.
Linda LyMarch 19, 2012 at 2:08 pm
All I need now is a cow for cream and butter – and I’ll have a complete breakfast. 😉