Do you remember the chickies we got this spring? Well they finally started laying eggs.
It turns out we had a thing or two to learn about raising chickens (which is all part of the fun). Our chickens were quite wild and though chickens aren't supposed to fly, and though we got them a perfectly nice warm home, every night they'd fly up into the big trees next to our house.
So, during a particularly cold stretch a few weeks ago (we were fearing for their lives) we wrangled them up and locked them in their house, and it seems this may have domesticated the little ladies for low and behold Trav discovered that beauty on Friday. And we've had one or two every day since.
(Trav and David doing some manly farm-work)
And now, at last, the little house is their home. So we clipped their wings (don't worry we consulted professionals first) and they will fly no more, but instead spend their evenings nestled inside.
I feel a little guilty about taking away their freedom. But I am thrilled to not have chicken poop all over my front porch (their favorite spot to hang out in the day) any more.
We were laughing about the fact that between the cost of the birds, their house, and all the chicken feed, that little egg was pretty expensive.
(safety glasses were because Trav was using some tools to fix up the chicken house...safety first! And the hat is because she was dressed by her father.)
And an egg... feels a little like a miracle.