Our hens are pretty quiet overall, but our leghorn makes a tremendous amount of noise after laying an egg. It’s loud enough that we can hear it from inside the house. I’m not sure if this is a breed or individual characteristic. Are any of your hens noisier than others?
I finally managed to capture her on video. So here’s Boo, singing loudly after laying. Switch to 720p HD for best quality.
In other news, it’s the 24th of January, and Boo has laid an egg EVERY SINGLE DAY this month. Still going strong.
Seriously, this is, like, unprecedented.
She’s tough as nails. Bring it, negative degree wind chills. Bring it, lack of sunlight. Boo, my feisty Mediterranean girl sporting her frostbitten comb, will always come out ahead.
Remember the three wees? Remember triple degree days? Yeah, me neither.
I have this problem with songs and song lyrics. Once I’ve learned the words, they never, ever leave my head. Sometimes, I even think in song lyrics, which is precisely what happened this morning.
Since our chickens all lay different colored eggs, we know exactly who is being the most productive (Boo) and who is falling asleep on the job (Beaker, I’m looking at you).
Which brings me to the whole point of this story: Boo, our shining star of a leghorn, has laid an egg every day this month. EVERY. SINGLE. DAY. I kid you not. So I started trying to make some half-baked analogy to Chris about her being like a comet, no, not a comet, like a shooting star of chicken, burning bright, hot, and fast.
And then the perfect song to describe Boo, my little shining star, popped into my head: live fast, die young, bad girls do it well.
The Boo version: “My chain hits my chest when I’m laying in the nesting box, my chain hits my chest when I’m scratching in the chicken run.” Sing it, Boo, sing it.
Egg layers, that is! Edgar, our fluffy-legged, super flighty, very photogenic Australorp laid her first egg today.
Now among our three girls who are laying, we have brown, green, and white eggs.
Three cheers for Edgar!
By the way, Boo, the leghorn, has laid an egg every day for the last eight days. She shoots eggs out her bum like laser beams! Or rainbows!
On November 20, Dino Puppy laid her (and our) first egg.
It looks like Boo got the memo, because before 8:00 this morning, there were TWO beautiful little eggs, side by side in the far nesting box, one green and the other a telltale white egg that could have only come from our only leghorn.
I can’t tell you how excited I am about this latest installment in the backyard chicken telenovela drama we’ve got going on!
P.S. I’m also starting to worry that our neighbors are going to call the cops on us. Boo and Dino Puppy in particular are LOUD, LOUD creatures all of a sudden! Dino Puppy got her name, in part, due to her loud dinosaur-esque squawk, but dios mio, it has only gotten worse. I swear, they are not roosters, and they are still quieter than your barking dogs, neighbors!
Geek-Out-Worthy Thing the First: Have I mentioned lately how awesome it is to have someone around who not only has a ton of construction-type tools, but who also has the interest and know-how to use them? Yesterday, Chris leveled the composter that he built with his own two hands, and today he whipped up a new dust bathing box for the chickens.
Since I am good at encouragement and manual labor, my job was to lend encouragement, rake/cut up sticks/consolidate compost piles, and rake out/freshen up the chicken coop and run.
Some composter plans and details, straight from the boyfriend himself:
Geek-Out-Worthy Thing the Second: HAVING CHICKENS WHO ARE ACTUALLY LAYING EGGS/ARE ABOUT TO GET STARTED! Dino Puppy has given us four eggs since 11/20. Boo is now expressing an interest in the nesting box, and her comb has grown exponentially over the last 1.5 months (not to mention in the last week alone!).
Compare: November 18.
November 25. Maybe not as impressive from the side…
But look at that comb! It has officially become a combover and is flopping and wobbling all over the dang place. Go, Boo, go!
The other day as I was feeding and watering and generally fawning over the chickens, I was nearly overcome by the impressiveness greeting me from the general vicinity of one delicate, flighty little bird named Boo (aka Flighty Whitey).
Okay, not really. But I was struck by how quickly her comb went from mildly impressive to a floppy, droopy, flapping in the breeze red flag of chicken-ness. Chicken epitome.
Observe: Exhibit A. October 4.
Exhibit B. November 3.
Exhibit C. November 18.
Think maybe one of these (loveable, hilarious, heartwarming) jerks will someday lay us an egg? Because that would be so super cool.
Bonus pic of the day: Dino Puppy (aka Yoshi, aka Yoshi Takashite, aka The Gray One) has also gotten lovey again. She lets me give her chicken massages again – I think because she knows we have been discussing what we will do in the spring if these jerks don’t start laying soon. She’s buttering me up so I don’t make chicken soup out of her. No, for real.