Chick..chick..chick…

Farm fresh eggs

Where are my eggs? That is the burning question I have addressed to my flock of laying hens for the past week. Every morning I go to the new chicken coop and every morning I leave with 2 maybe 4 eggs that is it….where are the rest of the eggs? We are used to getting at least a dozen or more fresh eggs a day from our young hens. We went through this before about a month or so ago when we first built the new chicken coop and for the first time our chickens were contained. Why? They were digging up everything we were planting this spring…that won’t work when you have a good size CSA program and a weekend farm market that needs..wants and dang it deserves to showcase our hard-earned crops. So Mark and I decided we would coop the hens through the growing season and than allow them back to their free ranging ways late summer though winter. Of course the hens were mad…they want to free range the farm free eating bug, roots and their favorite tomatoes…yes they will destroy your tomato crop in a day given a chance.  So we counted on a big drop in egg production which happened for a while. Once the hen got used to the coop (kinda) they settled in and began to lay once more. Then we traumatized them again by adding Ruddie to flock…he is such a handsome roster and since our roster was lost to the fox late last winter I thought the girls would thank me…but noooo…they like him okay…but nothing in the way of egg laying..gratitude.  The flood might have freaked them out a little it did get very muddy in their coop and they were stuck inside for a couple of days. Other then that nothing…I can think of nothing that would almost totally stop them from laying.

This morning I went out to feed the hens and they were looking at me through the chicken coop wire…I couldn’t stand it anymore, they looked so depressed…so while Mark was in Nashville I let the girls be free range again…I bet there be some eggs tomorrow:)

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My name is Peggy Lynn Marchetti. I am a wife, a mother of two beautiful, never boring children, and a farmer... that's right - a farmer... a female farmer to be exact. I live on a beautiful little third generation organic farm in middle Tennessee.

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4 comments on “Chick..chick..chick…
  1. diana says:

    Ok Miss Peggy I work with animals everyday, and I have to say I do not think I even know how to tell a depressed look on a chickens face?…lol.

    • Never underestimate that chickens can get depressed, mad, sad or happy…they can…they do… and their laying is effected by all those emotions…just call me the chicken whisper….ha ha ha

  2. diana says:

    How can you tell a chicken looks depressed?

  3. Janis Tilton says:

    I always love reading your experiencial, intuitive and wonderful observations on your farm. I have read a wonderful story about a chicken who was a little boy’s best friend…. it’s funny you know, animals can understand us – through feeling…

    This is the first time I’ve responded to one of your postings… thank you for your writing… ~ j

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