The First

I’ve been chiding myself for having counted my eggs before they were hatched laid. I was sure we’d have a dozen.. heck… TWO DOZEN eggs each week by now. But sadly, no. Far from it. Do you know how many eggs we’ve had?

Zero. Zip. Zilch. NONE!!!

We even put a special light in the chicken coop to help with the “photo-period” as the winter days get shorter and shorter … but still no eggs.

I was thinking hard about whether or not I’d be okay with never receiving eggs, if I loved my chickens enough to let them stay around without paying rent, when we found this sucker:

Banjo Boy found it while doing yard work– it was tucked behind some ivy and a fence panel, so we don’t actually know who it belongs to.

Gertie and Flo are supposed to lay white eggs, so this must not be one of theirs. And Maybell should lay miniature eggs… so this one does not belong to her. And it can’t be LeMerle’s for two reasons: #1 he was a rooster and #2 he’s no longer around. (More details on that later.)

So this egg, by process of elimination, is either Dory’s or Alice’s.

Our money is on Alice. We just have a feeling.  She’s also been acting funny– running in circles squawking and pacing in and out of the nesting boxes. Although, if this egg IS her’s, I’m not sure why she chose to lay it somewhere random in the yard instead of in her nice, gourmet nesting boxes that I built especially for her.  Fickle creature.

I am SO excited to run out to the coop tomorrow morning.  Hopefully there will be another egg!

But what if this egg doesn’t belong to any of our chickens? What if our neighbors just took pity on our egglessness and put a single store-bought egg in our yard?!