Accidental Homesteader

We were on our annual trip to Colorado, last week. It was glorious.

We got a strange text from our chicken sitters.

Yeah, so I’ve been busy/depressed and not collected eggs in a while. I guess it’s been about three weeks because…

We got home and I have no idea how many we have. So I want to start collecting eggs again, but don’t want to find balut. Last time I did that I was off eggs for a good long while.

I went out and risked life and limb to check out the situation. Ok, just limb, those broodies are vicious. I marked all of the eggs in there with a pen so we can tell the new ones.

They are awfully cute.

They keep on coming!

There’s even some co-parenting going on.

So that’s fun. We shall see how many we get. I pulled all the eggs that didn’t have X on them this morning.

Update

I was cooking dinner, and kept on hearing a cheeping noise. I walked around our downstairs trying to find it, because I didn’t want to find, like, baby mice or something. No luck.

I lean down to cut something and realize, it’s coming from one of the eggs in the skelter. Oops, I guess I missed the X on one. The Husband snuck it back under one of the broodies. Added bonus, it’s a speckled egg.