So, technically, I did not "find" an egg yet. We have enjoyed seeing the first eggs laid, but I've not yet stumbled upon an egg BEFORE anyone else. My "first" moment of finding an egg on my own has yet to arrive.
For those first two eggs that my husband and niece discovered together, it was incredible. Shaye delighted in the screaming and the excitement and the high-fives as we had an egg-discovery-celebration. She just KNEW that she'd wake up Saturday morning to find more eggs. She said, "Aunt Lana, I bet we'll wake up tomorrow morning and find SIX eggs and the next day we'll find one-hundred!"
Six to one-hundred. Wow. In her little four-year old mind, those chickens were going to be pretty busy.
I asked her, "What are we going to do with one-hundred eggs? We can't eat that many!"
She looked puzzled, then gave her solution, "We'll get boxes, lots of boxes and put all the eggs inside the boxes."
Alrighty, we have an answer. Boxes and boxes full of chicken eggs. What fun!
So, we get a good night's rest Friday night and we wake up Saturday to a confident four-year old Shaye wanting to go check the coop for her six eggs. She felt that we needed to quickly move those six eggs out of the coop because one-hundred more eggs were to follow soon after. Only, the coop didn't have six eggs. It didn't have any eggs.
Shaye gave me a sad face.
|Howdy...with his beautiful full mane shaved off. Never again.|
That seemed to help her understand which chickens might lay eggs and which ones were still rather young. That afternoon, she'd point at a chicken and say, "You are still just a kid; no eggs for you."
So, Saturday we did not have eggs. Sunday we certainly did NOT have one-hundred eggs and Shaye had to go back home.
Monday came and I was outside doing my morning routine with the chickens...feeding them and opening the doors to the coop so they could free-range around the yard all day. I checked every nest for an egg and guess what I found?
Nothing. No eggs. I only found chicken poop.
A couple of times throughout the day, I checked the coop for an egg and found nothing. I walked around the yard looking for a stray egg --- an egg could be anywhere. Each time I went outside for an egg check, I found no eggs.
I just KNEW that I would find MY first egg, very soon. But, all day Monday there were no eggs to be found.
Deputy Dave came home from work that afternoon and he entered through the back gate, made a walk around the yard, peeked into the chicken coop and guess what he found? A little brown, speckled egg. It was actually a tad larger than the first two that he had found on Friday with our niece by his side.
He strolled inside and said, "Did you see that egg out there yet?"
My mouth dropped open. I replied, somewhat indignant, "What? An egg? I've been in and out all day long since the early morning hours and there weren't any eggs."
Deputy Dave's demeanor changed and he tread lightly, "Well, I'm not sure it was an actual egg; I didn't get a close look...if you go out there right now, I bet you'll find your first egg."
Nice try, but pretending you did not see it doesn't count.
The egg has already been "found" --- and not by me. So, I throw a mini-pity-party.
But, I was still excited. We walked out there together to get the egg and it was actually still a bit wet and soft. It must have JUST been laid as he was walking into the backyard.
|Third egg found --- a bit larger than the first two eggs and|
this one also has pretty speckles. Maybe THIS is an egg
by Miss Speckles, but surely she doesn't lay larger eggs
than the Buffs?? A mystery, for sure.
On Friday, when we saw the small size of the two eggs, we naturally assumed that the little gal, Miss Speckles had been the producer. I mistakenly thought the Buff Orpington's would lay much larger eggs. Over the weekend, we learned different...we realized that the Buff Orpington Chickens actually do lay eggs about that size. Reality hit home, we won't be getting the commercialized, hormone puffed up version of a store-bought egg. These are backyard chickens and they are giving us eggs that are truly "normal" and not inflated by artificial interventions. Still they are small.
We have been laughing about what it will be like to cook with these eggs. How many of these eggs will it take to amount to one regular egg for recipes? I imagine it will take two or three of these small eggs to make one regular egg.
|The first two eggs found on Friday. The third egg|
found Monday and it's different. Who laid which egg?
I'm here all day...constantly checking and amazed that Deputy Dave leisurely strolls outside and POOF he finds eggs.
Maybe, like many chicks, they like a man in uniform. (Couldn't resist).
I'd like to find an egg, on my own. I wonder what will happen today? Maybe the backyard should be off-limits to Deputy Dave, for the time being, at least until I find my first egg. Then again, I gaze out the window to look at the five chickens, and I am beginning to wonder...Is this an egg-laying conspiracy?
Well, perhaps it's just bad timing on my part. Perhaps.