The garden hasn’t been very productive for the past month or so. The heat wave and lack of rain managed to stop even our weeds from growing. We did pull our first pumpkin from the garden, and as you can see, it’s a doozy.
We’re also still getting tomatoes. More pumpkins and some sweet potatoes should be making an appearance in the fall.
The big news is that we’ve become suddenly and unexpectedly loaded with eggs. When Chareva first bought our chickens, she was told they wouldn’t lay eggs until September or October. Saturday she called to me from the hen-house (I was working on my disc golf game across the pasture) and said she’d found a bunch of eggs.
The girls were totally jazzed by the news and have been running out to the hen-house every hour or so to check. Now and then they come back with another egg. It’s been three days since the hens started laying, and we’ve collected 20 eggs so far.
We have brown eggs, blue eggs and gray eggs. As you can see from the picture below, Sara decided we needed to separate the eggs by color. I have no idea why she considers this important. The girls have had at least one mini-debate on whether a particular egg was blue or gray, and perhaps others I didn’t witness.
So far the eggs have all been small, although I expect we’ll be plucking bigger ones from the hen-house soon enough. Sunday morning we decided to stop admiring them and actually fry some up for a meal. Chareva wanted to demonstrate the contrast between farm eggs and grocery-store eggs, so she added one grocery-store egg to the pan. I’m pretty sure you can pick it out in the picture below just by comparing the color of the yolks.
If the chickens continue being this productive, I may be having fried eggs for breakfast and omelets for dinner for the foreseeable future. Not that I’d complain, mind you … they taste fantastic, especially when they’re fried in Kerry Gold butter. There’s also some psychological satisfaction in eating them. Our chickens, our work, our eggs.