As soon as we returned from the Galapagos, Lucy and Ethel started acting very strangely. I received a call from my neighbor on Sunday morning. “I have a chicken in my backyard, and I don’t remember having any of those.” I threw on some clothes, went out the front door, only to find Lucy wandering around the front walkway squawking her head off.
My husband spotted both Lucy and Ethel two houses down terrorizing the neighbors cat who was crouched under a bush shaking in his boots. It took both of us to herd them safely back home.
The next morning I found this in the nest box...
Isn’t it a beauty?
I found Ethel sitting under a tomato plant in one of our raised beds a few mornings later. She was possessively sitting on half a dozen eggs. I explained to her how those were actually our eggs. We rightfully bought them. She reluctantly allowed me to take them.
I left one in the nest box, hoping she’d get the subtle hint, and low and behold the next day she actually laid an egg in that same box.
One of these eggs is not like the others.
Ouch, that must have hurt.
A very tasty double yolker...
Happy hens lay the best eggs!