It may not seem like a difficult task but we sometimes experience difficulty in getting the eggs from the farm safely into the house. Sometimes it is due to weather conditions…not enough sunlight hours to promote good laying. Sometimes we have plenty of eggs but the kid carrying in the basket trips over the goat and …well, there goes all the eggs flying into the air before splattering all over the ground. Sometimes we lose eggs to sneaky predators. Mostly, though, it is due to escapee chickens preferring to lay in the 100 acre woods.
Lately, we have been experiencing such egg shortages. Ohh, we have plenty of chickens…plenty. They over run me with great anxiety at times. The clucking and flapping and noise…and the pooping on the porch and dust bathing in my planter pots. Chickens can be just plain bothersome sometimes. When there are no eggs,the chicken becomes even more of a nuisance.
I endure them because of the fine, golden eggs they produce. Nothing compares to a fresh farm egg from a real farm chicken that has a name like Fluffy Feet and spends her days prancing around here indulging on plenty of bugs, grass and vegetable scraps and annoying the farm wife. I eat fresh eggs almost every morning. It really is a dreamy breakfast. I love those country eggs! So when I go to grab two eggs from the refrigerator and there are no eggs, my whole morning has been ruined …….and it is all the chicken’s fault.
We have a wonderful genetic in our chicken flock. It is the “broody” genetic. They all want to be chicken mommies around this time of year. In past years when we have had roosters, we end up with lots of baby chicks properly incubated by these broody chickens. That is great except for the fact that we don’t have a rooster around this year. So they escape from the coop and scatter to make hidden nests in vain.
On this specific morning with zero eggs in the house, the kids came back from the coop empty handed. I met them at the door and sent them back outside to search the farm for the missing eggs. There has got to be an egg on this farm somewhere! Within minutes, our 8 year old comes running back to the house yelling that there is a huge snake in the barn sitting in one of the chicken nests. Immediately, one of the big boys runs to the barn and soon emerges with a 6 and 1\2 foot black rat snake who had a appetite for fresh farm eggs. Creepy creatures that I am sure should have drown in the great flood.
By now I am feeling sorry for the poor chickens. How incredibly creepy to wake up to that creature sitting in your nest?
During all the hubbub, the 8 year old walks around the house with happier news. She found 2 dozen good eggs to fill her basket with.
All that…just for breakfast.