After many, many months of waiting, we finally got an egg from our hens. Every morning for the past month we checked our egg boxes on the outside of the coup only to be sadly disappointed. Why would the hens mature so much later than the roosters? Afterall, Thomas has had no problems cockadoodling and raping the hens for the past six-weeks all the while the hens remained ambivalent in exercising their biological imperatives.
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| Bupkis brought to you by feckless hens. |
All that changed yesterday when we discovered the first tiny brown egg buried in straw in the corner of the laying box. Hurray! Our first free-range, organic egg. Now, if we could only sell the egg for $1000.00 to recoup our costs.
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| One is the loneliest number that you'll ever do. |
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