Ah, the joys of chicken raising. Eggs. Eggs and more eggs. As of Friday I had 40 dozen eggs in my fridge. Hello! FORTY dozen. Last fall, I was whining that my chickens hated me, as they refused to lay. Well, call it chicken guilt. Those chickies are going full tilt.
We have one little mama who is setting rather than laying. We call her Fluffy; she is a Splash Silkie. Silkie hens are very small but make great brood hens despite their small stature. Fluffy is determined to set no matter how many eggs litter her nest. She fusses over her eggs shuffling them to and fro. Try as she might though, she just doesn't have the size needed to set the lot of eggs she thinks she should hatch. Poor old girl. She gets mad as a hornet if you take one of HER eggs. A couple years ago, I caught her with 18 eggs. I thought she was going to drive her fluffy little self insane trying to keep those eggs warm.
This year, I am trying to get Fluffy to hatch out one of each variety of chicken that I currently house. We shall see how this plays out. For now I have my sights set on ordering a few of my favourite breeds; Americauna, Welsomer, Langshan and Buff Orpingtons.
On might wager, that with forty dozen eggs taking up precious space in the fridge Katie might be crazy for wanting to take on more chickens....One might be right but what is springtime without new babies? And did I mention, 40 dozen eggs?