My Greta, a gorgeous Sussex, laid an egg on Friday. This is cause for celebration. She hasn’t laid an egg since we got her last June. She laid two eggs the first week I had her, and then she got deathly ill. I thought I was going to lose her, but she recovered and thrived . . . except she stopped laying eggs. Well, no more! I went to check the nesting box after getting back from a walk with the dogs, and lo and behold, there it was. I think I actually screamed and then I started laughing. A perfect, small, speckled brown egg. Hurrah!
Just in time, too. I’m not kidding when I say she was headed for the soup pot. We’re getting two more chickens this spring, and if she isn’t producing, then she’s just taking up room. Although, I have to admit, chickens make great pets. I love my girls. They’re pretty awesome.