Barbara has beaten Margot and Gerry in the race to lay the first egg
No prizes for guessing which it was. We thought we may have been bound for our first egg for a few days now, as Barbara has been acting very strangely. She’s been in and out of the Eglu in daylight, jumping around the run and talking a different kind of chicken language to what we’re used to.
And this morning, just after I’d gone to work leaving Nik at home, out it popped. And there was us thinking that Margot may have been the first to hatch an egg, as she was acting even more oddly than Barbara, clucking loudly and going up the ladder to the coop more often than is normal.
Gerry’s still showing no sign of anything, and she still has her cold, which started a couple of weeks ago. Still sneezing the tiniest sneeze, they are at least less frequent than they were. We keep adding citricidal to the laying ladies’ water, in the hope that it will give them a tonic pick-me-up. Who knows? We like to think it’s doing something.
Maybe Barbara’s egg-sploits will spur her and Margot into egg-laying action now. They have a lot to live up to.
It’s all very egg-citing.
Tags: Chicken-keeping