Don’t panic; no one died and no one’s missing. It’s just…
Those of you who are long-time readers may remember the Trials of Trixie. Trixie, our last remaining Buff Orpington, mysteriously ceased normal laying last March, to produce only the occasional fart egg. For ten months. Ten. MONTHS.
Now, were she an older hen, I could write this off to a well-deserved retirement. But Trixie, at that time, was a new layer, 11 months old, dead smack in the middle of her laying prime. I tried to account for this with all manner of explanations: the stress of the dog attack, nutritional issues, pecking order issues, but, as the months went on, it became clear that this was a permanent condition. Unless…
Unless, when Trixie had her first-ever molt this past fall, her eggmaker might reset. It was a long, long, long shot, but it was all I had. Chicken Debbie, presented with this idea, raised her eyebrows, blew out a doubtful sigh, and said, “Well…maybe.” I knew she was only humouring me.
But it worked! Lo and behold, chickeneers, it worked! For almost two glorious months, Trixie has produced gorgeous, huge eggs on a regular basis. I became complacent.
Oh, chickeneers, I canna stand it. Yes, that is Trixie’s contribution to the daily ration, at right, with Dorothy’s lovely speckled, snowglobe XL, at left, for comparison.
Please, pleeeeease don’t tell me this is the way it is with Trixie, that she lays beautifully for the first two months of the year and then…ten months off.
Because, if so…that’s some union she has.