December 3, 2013 – There were big happenings around here today. Betty and Waffles each laid an egg! There hasn’t been an egg extruded in this chicken yard for weeks, what with the molt and shorter daylight hours. It was the funniest thing. The two of them were under the coop in the middle of a good-hearted argument about which tastes better, cantaloupe or strawberries, when the “urge to purge” settled over them both. We’ve been on a production hiatus for so long that their sensitivities have dulled. They took off like a shot, each scrambling to get into the henhouse door before the other and secure the preferred nest box on the left. For some reason, it’s their favorite. Had they chosen the one on the right, we would have had a problem. I’ve been using it to store my piccolo. I found one last week as I scoured the recycling bins on our street. Who would throw away a perfectly good piccolo? I wasn’t even sure what it was until I looked it up online. I snagged it because I thought it was a spyglass.
Betty made it to the next box first, but it didn’t matter. Waffles dropped her egg just inside the door. It landed on a fresh heap of pine shavings. She looked at it, smiled, and walked back outside. Betty’s arrived exactly three minutes later, perfectly centered in the middle of the box, a genteel entrance if ever there was one.
I think I’ll play my piccolo tonight in celebration.