Collecting Eggs
Tuesday, April 12, 2011 at 10:28 PM 
It’s our favourite daily ritual.
Each afternoon, Joss and I trudge down the field (correction: I trudge, Joss races) to see how many beautiful, brown eggs the hens have left us. And they’re laying well.
Laying well and doing well. Which is more than can be said for the cockerel. Sadly, he met his demise last week. We found him stone cold dead in the hen hut.
Truth to tell, I’m actually not that sorry. In the short time he’d lived at Dixon Hill, he’d attacked me three times. He was so protective of his harem, it was almost impossible to get near enough to feed or photograph them (the latter is important, you understand).
All that’s changed now he’s kicked the proverbial bucket. The hens and I are becoming very good friends. A friendship eased along by daily treats of stale bread. And rewarded with dark, speckled eggs.
Reader Comments (1)
Sorry about the cockerel but pleased you are not at risk of being attacked.Beautiful basket of eggs you have. What a treat to have such a fresh egg for breakfast