So my mother is an “experienced” farm girl. She informs me that to get my free-range chickens to lay where I want I need to buy fake eggs and put in the nest boxes. She says that farm stores sell fake eggs. You have to be kidding me.
So I find my first eggs in Hat’s stall. Then I didn’t find any eggs the next day. Then I was moving hay bales around and found 5 eggs! Apparently my little girls had been hiding eggs from me. Okay, so maybe the old lady has a better idea about training these dang birds to lay eggs where I can find them. I do have 3 acres they wander and they could wander any of the 90 acres – although I doubt they would ever get that far away from their barn. So I say something to my neighbors about getting fake eggs to “train” the chickens. Rochelle says – oh don’t buy any, she has a bunch of Easter eggs.
So I have my high school reunion and I over indulged a little. When I woke up at 5:15am I took a few Tylenol, took Hat out to his pasture, and let the chickens out of the barn. The dogs also went out and took a quick run around the yard. Then I went back in for a couple more hours of sleep. Later that morning (well maybe closer to lunch time) I went out to the barn and just about fell over when I saw a blue egg in my next box. I was going to have to get on line and find out what was going on with the girls diet to explain a brown egg. Hmmm . . . maybe one of them had a little more of some breed than others. Then I walked toward the boxes and saw a neon pink and a neon yellow. Ahhhhhh . . . Rochelle had brought over the Easter Eggs.
When I talked to her later in the day, after my head quit pounding, I told her thanks for the eggs. She said they had gone with the plain colors because she thought the camouflaged or Spiderman eggs might have traumatized the girls. I laughed and then told her how the plain eggs had made quite the impression on my slow brain that morning.