This past summer my husband decided it would be fun to raise chickens. I wasn't so sure about it, but agreed as long as they were kept in a pen and their house was cute. So surfacey, I know. To see how he built a GORGEOUS hen house click here.
Well, our girls are growing beautifully. They love people, too. When we get near the pen, they follow us around. Actually 3 of the 4 do. One of the hens is socially inept. Too bad she doesn't belong to a hoity-toity family. They might invest in some socialization therapy. We'll just hope she learns from her social sisters and doesn't get labeled by the public school system. I stepped inside the pen to get these pictures and they thought my shoestring was the best thing since, well, cracked corn.
See how beautiful Henrietta is looking these days? She's an "Easter Egger" which means her eggs will be blue, green or pink.
Last week, one of the Red Stars gave us a special surprise:
Our first egg.
Within the first week we collected 8 eggs and those are just from two of the four hens! So far no easter eggs, but we are waiting expectantly! I get a little squeamish about stuff, so I told my husband that I would have to wait until the "production line" had been in full swing for a little while before I would have the nerve to eat the eggs. Am I being weird?
When we cooked our first two eggs this is what we found in the pan:
A message from God telling me to smile; or just a really happy egg white?
And no, I didn't change the color of the picture. The yolks are truly that orange/yellow, apparently the telltale sign of a really fresh egg.
I hear that fresh eggs are the BEST to bake with. Have you ever tried fresh-from-the-farm eggs?