Our first egg has arrived. Not charming I know but it is here. There is a long story so brace yourself cause nothing in our house is ever easy. There always has to be some chaos in all events.
Okay so Flower Muffin, the chicken I suspect was ready to start laying by her size, started acting very strange around 5:00 p.m. yesterday. She just was frozen, barely walking and not eating. You can see her there by the waterer. She was frozen there and wobbly. I then decided to isolate her from the others in case she was sick. We put her in the garage in our dog's crate with some water and newspaper. I then made my newly graduated RN daughter dawn some gloves and examine her for an egg being bound. She didn't feel anything but the massaging must have moved things along. I gave Q a bath and took her for a walk and when we came back I saw it laying there. All gross and oozing, but an egg. It was squishy and soft so I tossed it, but it is common for the first egg to be weird. So it has happened.
This girl, Q's chicken, gave us the first egg. Lets hope she gives us some we can eat now. They have oyster shell to help with strong shells but I just put it out so we will see. Q was so funny, she wanted to know could she go to the neighbor's house and tell them we had an egg.