Not so long ago a couple of us fell into conversation with a real-life farmer type, as so often happens when like-minded folk meet. We rambled our way through goat herding, to bee keeping, to chicken rearing before settling on duck-tending; more specifically, our slight disillusionment given the state of the backyard and the distinct lack of eggy delights. Real-life farmer cast us a look we are quite familiar with by now, which roughly translates to, “Are you people stupid or something?” and chuckled. Why would we expect eggs in winter? EVERYONE knows ducks don’t lay in the cold months.
Well, it appears Felicity, Gwen and Hilda didn’t get that memo.
As mentioned in Old, New, Borrowed and/or Blue, Miss Felicity’s body-clock chimed egg o’clock about three weeks ago and hasn’t missed a beat since. Then, this week egg hour also tolled for Gwen and Hilda. In the chicken coop, the newest additions have also kicked into egg-overdrive, so despite the promised polar blast of last week (minus the snow) turning up with a vengeance, here on the Homestead we’re knee-deep in eggs. Which is not a bad thing to be.