Last Friday I posted about our first egg.
Now, one week later, well, it's still eggsciting. Only more so.
I wouldn't say we are at the point where we have eggs coming out our ears yet, but our egg compartment in the fridge is full of pretty light brown, dark brown, and green eggs. We've gone from 1 egg a day to 3 to the other day 7.
7 eggs, uh-huh....
Yes, green eggs. From our Americauna hens. In fact, our first green egg was gigantic and a double-yolker! So proud of my girl.
We have officially bought our last egg elsewhere.
Our only problem is our rooster. Our cantankerous roo.
Ever since his gals started laying, he's been a bit, if you'll forgive the pun, cocky.
As in when you walk into the Hen House you take your life in your hands.
The first time it happened, he kind of hopped at me a couple times. Real low and all fluffy and making little noises.
Awww, isn't he just the cutest thing, I thought. He's acting all roostery.
But now we generally enter in pairs, and armed.
Because now he's got his sh** together.
He flies at you fast.
He flies at you high.
He flies at you mean.
He flies at you with his legs outstretched and making a
noise with his beak gaping wide open.
I keep an old dust mop/broom thing next to the Hen House gate.
The kids know when they go out to gather eggs, they are to take the egg basket, a little cup of scratch for the ladies, and the dust mop/broom thing to shoo Big Daddy away with.
So one to do recon and one on watch duty. The wing man, if you will.
And the Hen House is filled with the sounds of the contented little cluckles of the hens, the arrghscraghhhhh of the rooster, the swinging back and forth of the dust mop/broom thing, and the threats and screams of the children...
"Don't you even THINK about it, Big Daddy!"
"Hurry up and get those eggs!"
"I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying!"
"Watch your 3:00, he's coming around!"
"He's on your 6, he's on your 6!"
"I've got 'em, let's go, go, go!"
Just a little country ambience....