So Azul, the weird looking chicken had been laying pretty nicely.
Then suddenly nothing. I gave up trying to be a chicken psychotherapist after the first year of having them in our midst. They're weird. And have little tiny brains; who knows what goes on in there.
So no eggs from Azul. Whatever.
Then yesterday, Izzy found this.
The rest of the family is refusing to eat them. But really, our version of summer hasn't been hot. And a few days out? I'm willing to take the chance. So two were had for breakfast this morning. We'll see if I'm regretting my decision by noon.
Hmmmm, who's been laying eggs NOT in the coop? in the barn. behind a plastic lid. in the gravel.
18 of them?!
And maybe I should redecorate the boxes or something to make it more pleasant to lay eggs where they are supposed to be laid.
My australorp did that. I found 8--tucked in a tiny space between the neighbor's garage, the block wall, and out cartop carrier (stored in the yard when not on the car). I had told the boys to search for her eggs, and they kept saying there weren't any. So I searched. Finally found them when she came OUT of her little spot when I was outside. Lots of scratching and flapping--tight spaces aren't good for wings, and vertical plastic is hard to climb! Then she started laying in the garage....
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