Thursday, 25 April 2013

Secret treasure

I found out why the hen stopped laying, I told The Girl.

“Why?” she asked.

You know how we haven’t found any eggs lately in the chicken coop? Come here and see what I found, I said, showing her the clutch of twelve eggs I found by reaching deep under the coop.

“All those?” The Girl asked.

Yes, I said – I don’t know if they’re good anymore, but we’ll find out. I’m amazed rats haven’t gotten them after almost two weeks. And I don’t know if that’s all of them – there might have been more I couldn’t feel under there.

“How did she do that?”

She was sticking her little chicken derriere as far as it would go underneath the coop, I said, and then letting the egg roll away to the space beneath. I blocked up the crevice for now and laid down some straw inside the coop – just in case the mulch was rough on their bum.

If that’s not the reason, I said, I don’t know why they would want to lay outside in the rain rather than inside where it’s warm and dry.   

“Well, she does have a chicken brain,” The Girl said. 

Photo: The Girl by a favourite tree swing.

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