Yeah I know it's a picture of three eggs. You might not be able to tell the color difference but the far left is a light blue, the middle one a very light brown, the last one a definite brown. The first two I described are from the Easter layers I have that have consistently laid just about everyday of the week for several months. Today, I discovered what I was hoping for, the third egg in the row, the brown one. My 'little one' as I call her, my silver lace, finally laid an egg! Recently we lost my two original Plymouth Rocks to illnesses I didn't catch in time. It was quite trying as I don't do well with dead things, let alone animals that die on my watch and I'm still kicking myself for not catching it sooner. Antibiotics were too late despite injections of them. Anyone who said raising chickens was easy didn't have the luck I've had this past eight months. Quite the learning curve, it's been more difficult than I anticipated. I had about given up on my silver lace laying eggs until today! Currently we only have the three that are now laying. I mention any of this, because of Dad. He will never admit it, but he loves these chickens and the process I've undertaken by having them, something he wouldn't have ever done, despite secretly wanting to. There isn't a day that goes by that he doesn't look out the back door to see if they're in the run or ask about them when I come in from the garage. He says hello to them when he sees them and gets the biggest kick out of the fact that if I'm outside and call to them, they come out of the coop to see what's going on. It has all been worth it for this fact alone and now we get the third egg.
I have a friend who incubates duck eggs. I've been toying with the idea....hmmmm. I didn't become a farmer because?
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