Giant is struggling to lay. Poor thing. She created her own nest in soft new soil exposed just this morning after relocating the compost round. She sat quietly, resting her head in the dirt from time to time, as her sisters pecked and scratched around her oblivious to her predicament. Legs strained and feet curled underneath her body as she repositioned herself seemingly seeking comfort. Finally Giant rose and in no time there was no evidence left of her nest. (Hens work fast tilling the soil.) I raked the area carefully moving the fluffy, dark dirt bit by bit to see if an egg was buried below. No luck.
4 eggs today after a stretch of 5 per day. Pickled eggs anyone?
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Oh my, I'm feeling sad for your Gentle Giant. I hope by now she has produced and joined her sisters. Pickled eggs --- I think not! But I have an excellent (and easy) souffle recipe.
ReplyDeleteNot to worry! Hygiene habits of the species Gallus domesticus includes bathing in the dirt to absorb oils and suffocate mites. Mother Hen jumped to conclusions!
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