|A quiet moment taken through the glass of the coop door of Ginny, our Golden Laced Wyandotte|
The first eggs are beginning to arrive.
A couple of weeks ago, I caught Ginny, our Golden Laced Wyandotte in the nesting box. Sure enough as suspected, she was laying an egg. For the past week, we have had a fresh egg from her each day. A beautiful dark brown warm golden orb, tiny in size.
Yesterday, while cleaning up and raking the leaves in the yard, I discovered that another hen had begun to lay. I heard the egg song and upon investigation, someone laid a light brown egg. I think it was Lucy. It’s hard to tell because it seems that a few of the new girls are practicing.The younger ones sneak into the coop and explore the nesting boxes. They investigate all that are available. They pop in and they pop out, scratch in the shavings, bury the fake wooden eggs, and make a complete and utter mess. Although there are 12 nesting boxes, there are clearly three favorites.
It is amazing no matter how long one keeps chickens, discovering fresh eggs in the nesting boxes never gets old. In fact, I still feel a sense of excitement and discovery with each beautiful egg. This year we also added Easter Eggers to the flock. The color of their eggs is always a mystery. Who knows if they will lay blue, pink, or green?When hens first begin to lay, their eggs are smaller in size. As they continue to lay over the next few months, their eggs will gradually begin to increase in size until they have reached their regular size.
I don’t mind tiny eggs. I don’t worry about the color. I am just looking forward to the return of regularly laid fresh chicken eggs. Like snowflakes, they are all different and all beautiful. Inside they are all the same. Over the years I have come to realize that it’s the tiniest of things in life that bring me the greatest joy. Sometimes you have to seek them out. They are not always easy to see despite them being right in front of you all along.
Enjoy the season~Melissa.