Over the last few weeks our ladies have really started producing! The Silver Laced Wyandottes started first, about a day after we got back from our honeymoon. I like to think that they were waiting for us. The Ameraucanas started laying about a week after, but with a twist: As appears to be common, we were not sold Ameraucanas. Instead, we got a more broadly defined Easter Egger, which is any chicken that carriers the blue-green egg laying gene. While Ameraucanas lay strictly blue eggs, Easter Eggers will lay anything from blue, green, pink or brown, which is exactly what's been happening. Personally, I think it's more fun to get a variety pack every morning! Just yesterday we started getting these lovely, olive-colored eggs...
It's so nice to be eating fresh eggs again!
With our 27 hens (that's 14 Wyandottes and 13 EErs), we're now getting about 14 eggs a day. We can't really tell which breed is laying more, because some of the EEers lay brown eggs, but the EEers are supposedly the superior layers.
We also said goodbye to one of our roosters, Chuck. He's in a better place now. Specifically, a farm in Sequim, Wa, where he has his own harem of some 30 hens. We certainly didn't need two roosters, who were getting competitive, loud and obnoxious. When Chuck started squaring off against Christy, the decision was made, and a craigslist post posted. That now leaves only one rooster to rule over our hens, and Stubbs has been doing a great job. We call him Stubbs because Chuck used to pick at his tail feathers until they were sad little twigs. With his only competitor gone, though, Stubbs has gotten a little, er, cocky. He is much more protective of his ladies, and attacked Christy one morning while she was collecting eggs, managing to draw blood. Her theory is that he was provoked by her red sweater. My theory is, that only relates to bulls. Either way, she now carries a weapon of some sort with her when she goes into the run, and he respects the stick.
Has anyone else noticed sexist tendencies in their roosters? Neither of ours ever squared off against me, or the farm owner, Jim. The other owner Terry however, and Christy, have both been attacked. The same thing happened with their last overly-protective rooster, Adolf. Is it an olfactory distinction? Pheromones? Chime in if you have a theory, or a similar anecdote.