The question that I have been asking myself for several weeks now has been answered. Why are my hens producing so few eggs when they are still in prime egg laying years? The answer is, they are sneaky. Yes, sneaky. As I showed on my post “found with a keen eye”, some hens like to hide their eggs, or I would think if not actually being sneaky, they want privacy. Looks like we found the “mother load” this time! 42 eggs in all. Thank the stars the weather had been cold but not freezing, to the point of cracking the eggs.
The story goes, 2 hens, that were not supposed to be out of the secured chicken yard, got out in the morning while bringing them fresh water. There are times you do not have the time to catch a “loose” hen. This was one of them. By the time I got home from work, it was dark outdoors. So my chicken assistants, a.k.a my children, got on their coats and grabbed flashlights to go find where those two silly hens were bedding down for the night. Well, we looked high and low for the girls. And in doing so, one of my children found the ultra huge very out-of-the-way hidden nest. It was actually two nests close to one another. This was the unexpected find. Nice!
There is a sad note. The two hens I just spoke of were never seen again. One was a young hen that was born in the chicken coop this past spring. Her other clutchmates were eaten while quite young. Looks like they were not destined to stay with me; rather, they were meant to be a wild animal’s meal. What a way to go! I did find the attack area and several very nice feathers. So, I collected them, so her life would not be a total loss for us. My son decorated a lovely crafted picture frame which included her feathers. They are the three white ones.
The other of the two hens was one of the only two remaining from my very first clutch of chicks. That was nearly 6 years ago. She was a beautiful girl, one of my favorites, an Australorp. A fine setter and wonderful mother. At least I have one hen left from the originals, and she is an Australorp, too.
I couldn’t see fit to sell the eggs we found, so I gave them to family. They are wonderful and never complain about such things as eggs found under a welding bench. That’s just how it is around here on our homestead. I must say, it is forever interesting!