Life in Tasmania's Huon Valley, by a blow-in from the mainland
Thursday, June 19, 2014
The egg famine is over
We've had no home laid eggs for three months, since the hens' annual moult kicked in earlier than usual. Finally last week, one of the hens started laying an egg every couple of days. I know it is one of the two black Australorp girls because the eggs are pale and pointy. The Barnevelders lay rounder dark brown or speckled eggs. Now we just need the others to start up again. I am reliably informed that this should happen after the winter solstice in a couple of days... we'll see if that turns out to be correct. The four hens all look fat and healthy with all their glossy feathers grown back and bright red combs. Then we have four more point-of-lay pullets who are a bit small yet but should also start laying soon, and one more girl who is only 12 weeks old. I'm looking forward to seeing this cute chook shaped egg basket that David bought me over in Cygnet soon filled up with eggs. And all the yummy breakfasts, quiches, ice creams and cakes of course.
Escaped Sydney in 2010 for a piece of paradise in Tasmania's Huon Valley. I'm a keen walker, remote worker, incompetent gardener, Bernese Mountain Dog owner, fan of almost anything German (food, language, cars, beer), amateur linguist, chook fancier, childfree.