Tuesday, October 27, 2015
Ten hens, no eggs…again
I’ve been here before. Completely egg-less because my little flock are not laying.
Two of the ten are definitely excused. They’re cockerels. Hatched earlier this year we now hear a strange co-ck-a-d-d-d at dawn. It sounds like an eager learner driver crashing through the gears but no doubt fluency will come with practice.
The remaining eight I suppose are excused because they’re either too young, too old or mid-moult and too dishevelled to lay.
Hulanicki’s discarded tail feathers, white tipped with black, are looking lovely in a pot on my desk. Meanwhile she is wandering around tail-less, like some poor dear with dementia unaware that her hemline is caught up in her knicker elastic.
Bare necked Peggy on the other hand, reminds me of a child who has been rummaging around in the dressing up box and has emerged in an over sized vest, already slipping from her shoulders.
Oh well, at least I have the perfect excuse to scrounge some beautiful eggs from a chicken keeping friend...