Friday, September 2, 2011

Farm Friday: Eggstra, Eggstra, Read All About It!

Last Friday I posted about our first egg.

EGGSciting, right?

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
arrghscraghhhhh
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!"
















arrghscraghhhhh





Just a little country ambience....

7 comments:

  1. Cute! I like to make up what I think the birds are talking about. Especially when they've built a nest in a ridiculous place. I imagine that the daddy bird is getting yelled at about how's she going to raise her babies there. ;-) TALU

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  2. Anne, I always enjoy your observations! Not sure I would be ready to fight off the rooster though... TALU

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  3. I know exactly what you mean. Although our current rooster is quite docile, we had one not too long ago that was evil. I was so scared of him! #TALU

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  4. The only experience I have with raising chicks and laying eggs is from the old I Love Lucy episode where they did just that when the moved to the country. For some reason that is what got stuck in my mind here. Seriously though, even if I would like to try this city girl would probably get her butt kicked by that rooster, lol!! :)

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  5. We had a rooster like that once! I did not like him at all! Thanks for hosting and have a wonderful week! TALU

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  6. So how come we don't see green eggs in the grocery stores? I always thought that was just Dr. Seuss. Is it a rare breed??

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  7. Thanks for stopping in, everyone! That evil roo is no longer with us, but that's a story for another time....

    Chris, the Americauna breed is the the that lays the green eggs. Aren't they pretty? The eggs you see in the stores are commercially produced, and they only use breeds that produce the most eggs. Americaunas produce a good number, but they can't compete with the commercial layers.

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