So we passed something of a farm record last Friday: one dozen eggs in one day.
Then, the next day, we got 13. The next, 15. Holy frittati!
This surprises me, though the numbers shouldn’t. It’s one of those math puzzles I have such a mental block about: I am getting eggs from hens whom I don’t consider egg-layers. So, philosophically, I have three categories of chickens: egg-layers, meat birds, and bantams. The bantams, quarter-sized chickens, are simply cute yard decorations. But all three categories of chicken (25 girls) lay eggs. Year-round, apparently! It really picked up after the December solstice. So: each bird lays an egg every 36 hours or so (less if they’re young) and so, duh, I should have a dozen eggs a day.
(If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, El…)
I “expect” eggs from my stalwarts like crazy Pauline the Egg Machine (she’s a Leghorn) and Verloe, the RIR. And all the new egg birds are just that, new, so they’re in their most productive year. Likewise, all those extra meat birds I couldn’t bring myself to slaughter (3 thus, still unnamed) AND their clutchmates are eggy now too…as are the cute Bantam chickens (Janet, LaToya, Rebbie and Featherfoot) with their even cuter half-sized eggs.
But yeah, we’re awash in eggs. Luckily, I have customers!