Betrayed by the Girls
We’ve got five hens that we raised from day-old chicks. They are collectively known as “the girls”, although I also call each one Betsy. It just sounds like a hen name, and I can’t tell them apart, so they’re all Betsy.
Hens don’t start laying eggs until they’re 4-6 months old. We got the girls last March and they started laying eggs in August. Of course, they didn’t all start at once. For a couple of weeks we got 3 eggs a day. Then it went up to four and finally all the girls were giving us an egg every day.
And what eggs they are! Thick, deep yellow yolks. Deep, deep yellow. So yellow that it changes the color of pancake and sugar cookie batter.
We gave a few away to family and friends when we fell behind on using them. But it never took long for the egg carton to fill back up. Like the bottle of wine in the old Christmas classic movie “The Bishop’s Wife.” Magical, really.
Then last Sunday, we changed our clocks for daylight savings. And we stopped getting our five eggs a day. In the course of one week, we have gone from five a day, down to two. And I’m afraid that even the two will disappear soon. And I’ll have to start PAYING for eggs again. Store-bought, dull, mass-produced eggs.
Oh, the humanity.
Tags: chickens, pastured sensations
Farm News | greengrassliving | 
November 8, 2008 10:57 am
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