Well, for me the answer is undoubtedly, the chicken! Or rather, chickens...6 of which remain from the flock I started last August. These crazy chickens have been growing, eating, dirt-bathing, molting, getting stuck on the wrong side of the fence, cackling, roosting, and doing all other regular chicken activities with the important exception of LAYING EGGS. I have almost lost my mind over trying to figure out why in the world (could they be underfed? overfed? not enough free space? too much free space? not enough nests? wrong nest bedding? wrong food? not enough light? do they hate me? am I pressuring them? are they really roosters that looks like hens? are they just duds?) they haven't laid eggs. Well, a few weeks ago, I was ready to give up and leave them on the wrong side of a long country road. I decided instead to buy some more chickens and see if the problem was with my chickens or with me. It took a while to get everything ready, but today I went to a local farm and got 6 more. After setting up a new pen, making room, etc., etc. I finally had all my chickens in order. As I was walking inside I noticed something on the ground under one of my patio planters. Here is a picture:
Of course, I am sooooooo happy to know that no one is playing a cruel joke, and this egg did indeed come from one of my own chickens. Now I know the problem was with me being impatient more than anything else, and I am looking forward to supplying eggs for all my friends, especially now that I have 6 more chicks. Hee hee!
