“They” say that a hen is at her most prolific, laying-wise, in the first spring and summer of her adult life. For 1.0, that’s now. To which I say: ppffffffft.
Let’s review, shall we? In alphabetical order:
Abby: hella broody. Hasn’t laid in two weeks and will likely not lay for a good long time.
Alexia: reliable, but. Lays almost every day, but eggs are small or medium.
Buffy: reliable, but. Every third egg is a medium.
Coraline: reliable: Large eggs five times a week.
Haley: spotty lately. Has left the nest empty a few times.
Hermione: reliable. But who can find the damned eggs?!
Maisie: suddenly MIA. Hasn’t laid an egg in over a week.
Pip: reliable. Extra large eggs four-five times a week.
Tallulah: reliable. Extra large eggs four times a week.
Trixie: broken. Hasn’t laid a proper egg in months now.
What. The HELL. A good day is now six eggs. I’m having a hard time filling orders. I was doing better in the winter!
Oh, and get this…I’ve had five night eggs in the last two weeks. Night eggs! These aren’t young pullets just learning how things work; these are grown girls! Given the daytime laying ledger, I’d have to say it’s Maisie who is responsible for the nocturnal emissions, and seeing a cracked egg in the poop pit hurts, people. It hurts. Actual pain.
And, one more thing…the eggs seem to be paler than usual, especially the Production Reds’ eggs.
So, experienced chickaneers, what’s to blame? Stress from the chicks and all the resultant coop shenanigans? The heat? Is there a solution, other than patience? They have tons of water, ample pasture and feed, loads of daytime light hours…I’m stumped.
I know they’re not machines, but…this is getting ridiculous.