With all the urban homestead trademark non-sense going on I am a little late giving you a look around the garden. Or perhaps I put the garden in hiding. An edible garden during February in Seattle is anything but lush. Ours is a general mess right now due to 1) my inability to put away tools (or any various gardening implements if I’m telling the truth) and 2) the chickens who are intent on slinging dirt and straw all over the paths (when they aren’t digging large holes).
I am the one that can’t seem to convince myself to keep them more contained so I suppose the mess is my fault. In my defense, when the sun comes out in Seattle, we all need to get out. And that includes my little feathered friends.
Despite the winter mess, we are starting to see some promise.
We have a lot of crocus in bloom. Tulips, daffodils and iris are coming up as well as a host of other bulbs I planted and can’t remember what. There is a scrap of paper….somewhere.
By the way, all our chickens are named after John Denver songs. And so will our new ones. We can’t help ourselves. We are getting 8 more chickens. Again, we can’t help ourselves.
So, Annie #1 laid her egg in the left nest box. I left it there to wait for the other Annie to finish up.
A while later I went back to check on Annie #2. She was still in her box (the middle box) but the egg in the left nest box was gone. And now under Annie #2. Who had yet to lay her egg. I took Annie #1 egg away from Annie #2.
Later still I went again and Annie #2 had left an egg. So, the Annies each laid an egg. In different nest boxes. And yet they both ended up under Annie #2.
This means Annie #2 moved the egg to her box. Over a divider that is about 4″ tall. Without breaking the egg.
Seriously? Is this possible? Do they do this? Why? Chicken people. Explain!