Over the weekend Miss Marie was exuding some strange behaviors. We have come to expect the unexpected as "New Ranchers" while raising chickens but Marie's actions were disconcerting.
All weekend she was noisier than usual. Angrier than usual. All weekend was her "Winter of Discontent". Poor chicken. Something was happening to Miss Marie and she didn't seem to understand, nor did we. Several times we found her wandering aimlessly in the tool shed, pecking and squawking. She was looking for something she couldn't seem to put her beak on.
This morning, like most mornings I was behind schedule. While I wanted to take a moment to say Good Morning to the Ladies, my short visit to the coop would only upset the girls. They would want to free range and I wouldn't be able to give them the time. They were all in the run, nestled in and content and something seemed strange. Marie wasn't pacing or clucking. She, too, was content.
Hours later when I arrived home from work, the ladies were set free to range about the yard. As they peck about for bugs in the yard I peek in the nesting boxes where I had, weeks earlier, stashed two plastic "Easter Eggs" as encouragement and reference. There they were. One brown plastic egg. One white plastic egg. AND...One brown egg. ONE BROWN EGG!!!!
WE HAVE AN EGG!!!!