On Wednesday good afternoon , this nut was place 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 erstwhile ? ( Okay , possibly three moment sometime by the time I crack it open in the fry goat god . )
Thatfirst egga couple week ago waseggs - citing , to say the least . But what ’s even more exciting is going away last weekend , and coming home a few day later to allthreeof my wimp repose !
Sniff , sniff … my little lady friend are all grown up now ! Kimora and Iman ’s beautiful dark-brown eggs are just as bland and perfect as Gisele ’s , with brilliant orange yolk and hardy shells .
I usually wake up to eggs waiting for me in the coop each morning , and Wednesday was no unlike . When I unlocked the chicken coop , I found a unripened egg ride in the quiescence attic , Gisele ’s favorite nook to lay . I ordinarily find their ball in every random placebutthe eggs box … even the poop tray once . ( It sound gross , but seeing as everything comes out of the same “ vent , ” as wimp - keeper call it — dope , pee , bollock — it did n’t seem too strange . )
I start about my daily chore in the garden , with the three amigas following me around as I cleaned out the coop , rake over the run , and watered thesalad bar .
They were being exceptionally garrulous that afternoon , especially Kimora , who wasbaaw - baaw - baaaaawk - ing louder and louder by the hour . She was step back and forward , flapping her wings in a frenzy . I picked her up and held her to calm her down . She jiggle free of my munition and darted across the ground . All of a sudden she go away into the chicken coop , which was odd consider the chickens never go into their chicken coop until sunset .
I glance through the little window and go out her lead - toeing into the egg boxwood , slowly and cautiously . I held my breather . She agitate aside the golf ball I had placed in there ( a decoy to boost egg set ) and nest in next to it . She ducked her oral sex and peek back out at me .
I watch her sit inside the egg box for a few minutes . Every so often she spun around and nestled right back in . She pick at the golf game nut . She sit front - facing , then back - facing . She was calm and quiet . I did n’t really have sex what to make of it . out of doors , Iman and Gisele werebaaw - baaw - baaaaawk - ing , attend for their sister .
I tossed out a handful of incision to keep the other two invade while I reckon out what to do with Kimora . By the clock time I turned my attention back to the window , Kimora was already emerging from the egg box . She skipped down the run and ran into the curtilage to rejoin her sisters , coolheaded and collected . And then it caught my oculus : Tucked into the corner , resting on the nest digs , was a new chocolate-brown egg ! I nearly squealed with excitement .
Not only had I practically witnessed my chicken laying an egg , but she had in the end laid it in the egg boxful ! Hooray !
I forget to cite something else at the beginning of my story . That arcminute - old orchis , in itself unbelievable , was also fond . I had never mat up a newly laid egg before — directly from my own chicken ’s butt ! — and the warmth of its shell was surprising and amazing .
The homestead teaches me something fresh every day .
