This was a sad weekend. I never even got to my homework for wire wrapping class. That's how sad it was. I woke up Saturday and let out the chickens so they could play and run around and eat. One came out, then the other, then the third...yea. Where was she? Where was the last one? I'm sad. The day before, she looked like she was trying to lay her first egg. She sat most of the day. I was so excited to see her little egg. Just like an expectant grandparent. But it never came. She was so beautiful. Yes, chickens are beautiful. She looked like gems. Shades of amber, ruby, and a drop of turquoise. She was such a sweetheart.
This is why when people go to buy a chicken to raise, I believe they should always buy two or more. Reason being, and I have many, so many things can go wrong. Usually when you buy chickens, they are babies. Having two or more allows them to cuddle and keep warm at night, until they are old enough to handle the outdoors. Secondly, if one should happen to die (mine was only 8 months old) you still have one left. For the third reason, I could never have a rooster in my neighborhood. (It would drive my neighbors crazy and since they are all nice enough to let me have chickens, I don't want to do anything to disturb Shangri-La). Sometimes you accidentally get a rooster mixed into the batch of layers, and you have to give it away.
On a brighter note, chicken's sister started laying officially this weekend. Blue eggs. Now you see why I was so excited to see the other girls' eggs. Not blue on the inside, just the shell. It was robin's egg blue. She is ever so proud. So was I. I gave them all extra attention and treats today.
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