We got our very first egg last Saturday. I was out shopping when Don called me. I don't know what it's like to win a million dollars but I wouldn't be surprised if it doesn't feel the same as getting your first farm fresh egg. When I got home, I marvelled over the egg. I thought about all that was involved in getting this brown oval of goodness; building the coop, getting the chickens and equipment and so forth and so on. I mused, "So that's what an egg worth over a grand looks like. Now all the other eggs will be free." My thinking defies all logic; but it keeps life interesting. There's a reason why "wry" and "sardonic" are my trademarks.
If you think I made a big production about eggs, you should see the chickens. Quite honestly I had no idea egg laying was such a co-operative and thoughtful activity. I witnessed the whole production while working on one of the rabbit areas.
First a rooster and a hen or two will go into the coop. There's all kinds of chirps, squawks and low cooing going on. I don't understand any of it but it's obvious there's quite the discussion going on about where to lay the egg, how to lay the egg, when to lay the egg. At some point, I just want to yell, "SO LAY THE EGG ALREADY." The birds check out corners, nest boxes, etc. The rooster is in on every aspect of the inspection and he is not shy about voicing his opinion. Finally everybody leaves except for the egg layer who will settle down in the decided location which is, without fail, anywhere but in a nest box. She'll ruffle a couple of times, may-be peck a bit then settles and sits quietly. There is absolutely no doubt when she lays the egg because she clucks her head off - LOUDLY. A couple of hens will come in and tell her she's done a wonderful job and after the chicken equivalent of hand shaking and cigar giving is finished every one goes out to find some bugs to eat.
When they all go out, clucking comfortably to each other, I go to collect the egg. As I pick up that perfect brown egg, I realize I have totally underestimated chickens. While I never thought they were dumb or mindless ~much~ I didn't realize what a co-operative and supportive bunch they are. Community is important to them and everybody is interested in everybody else's doings. Chickens are much more than they are portrayed. Deepening awareness comes in many forms, I'm having mine sunny-side up with a side of bacon.
