I went to change the chicks' water on Saturday, and something in the corner caught my eye. "What's that?" I wondered, "a rock?"
I checked it out and let out a whoop that caused my neighbor to call over the fence, "What's going on over there?" I told her we had our first egg and she said, "Congratulations, you're a grandmother!"
Well, maybe not, but I appreciated her enthusiasm.
You know, we got chickens mostly for the eggs, and yet my surprise at finding that first one was almost perfect. One small little miracle, right there in the dirt.
Time to get on the nesting boxes.
Kevin has yet to post about the gorgeous coop he built, but he will. It's finished now.
Which reminds me, Stefani and I are hosting a backyard chicken workshop on Saturday, August 8, noon--2, at our place in Berkeley. We're planning to share with folks everything they need to know to get started with their own chicks---like, hey, expect eggs! There's a $20/per family suggested donation, and no one will be turned away for lack of funds. We'd love to see some of you there!
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