Miss Myrtle, and Miss Blossom have started to lay eggs - so very 'eggs'iting! Miss Myrtle started laying on Sept. 21st. and Miss Blossom started laying yesterday, about one month later, on Oct. 25th. As you can see, Myrtle's egg is a much deeper brown than Blossom's egg. And now I eagerly await the time when our other hens will start laying as well. But who will be next? Will it be Miss Daisy, or Miss Buttercup? For sure, Miss Olive won't be laying until November, or she might even skip this year and start laying in the spring - oh well Sam I am, I will have to wait a few more months for my breakfast of green eggs and ham!
The harvesting of our first chicken egg was on September 21st; I had gotten a text message from my husband telling me that Miss Myrtle was making a nest, and it actually took me a few seconds to figure out why! I was at my sister's house (she has ducks), so I told her what Myrtle was doing and I heard myself say, "I wonder why she is doing that." This was one of those "a der" moments. Then as the light quickly went on upstairs, I said excitedly, "Oh, she is going to lay an egg!" My sister smiled and said, "Uh, Yah!" In the next few minutes, my genius conclusion was proven correct with a picture sent via text message from my husband, of Miss Myrtle's first egg!
The next morning I proudly cooked our first egg carefully (over easy), and I sampled it next to a run of the mill super market egg, and I couldn't wait to taste the difference that every chicken owner raves about. First I tried the store bought egg - typical egg flavor, and then I took a bite of our farm fresh egg - - and amazingly, I couldn't tell the difference! I wasn't really disappointed, the egg tasted good, so much as I was puzzled. This must mean that either I have a very dull palate, I did something wrong, or chicken owners are naturally biased. In an effort to clear up this puzzlement, the next day, my husband tried the taste test comparison and I didn't tell him which was which until he ate both, but he too couldn't taste any difference between the two. Oh well, at any rate, I still get a thrill everyday when I go out to my hen house and there's an egg waiting for me...well no, now there's two eggs to harvest, hurrah!