We got our chickens in May as little fuzzballsand I’ve been eagerly waiting for those lovely eggs. Every two days I lovingly scoop the poop inside the hen house, researching feeds and ratios to increase those omega-3s, save my kitchen scraps and remember to lock them up and let them out.
The chickens, they give me no eggs. Just huge poops on my porch and pecks when I remember to paint my toenails.
I’ve been reading the excited posts all summer on the Seattle Urban Farmers yahoo group as people sqwalked and proudly clucked “WE HAVE EGGS!” Apparently my chickens are lazy.
And I’m not the only one. A few silent lurkers are coming out of the woodwork asking if their chickens will never lay. The lovely Charmaine, glue of the group and member of the Tallboys musical fame, mentioned that as they approach ready their combs appear redder, they make much more noise and they squat, freeze and extend wings when you tried to pick them up.
I’ve been checking the combs – definitely redder. Still no eggs. I’ve been listening for noise – much louder. Still no eggs. Today on a whim I reached one hand out over the oldest, Pot Pie. She froze, squatted and extended her wings. Excited I checked Drumstick – same response. The two new ones – same response. Wishbone fled. But still no eggs.
At least I’ve achieved complete chicken domination. Well, 4 out of 5 anyway. Wishbone is like that fifth dentist who believes their patients should chew gum with sugar. I RULE those chickens. I tried it on the kids, my husband and the dog with no freezing or squatting.
That’s ok, today I rule the chickens, tomorrow the kitchen. MWAH HA HA!!!! Now gimmee those eggs girlies!
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1 kitsapFG // Oct 17, 2009 at 9:34 pm
LOL! Maybe they are just slow starters?!
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