Known for its feather and wings and legs,
The chicken lays eggs and eggs and eggs!
Known for the comb atop its crown,
The chicken lays eggs of white and brown.
Known for its strut when taking a walk,
The chicken lays eggs! Ba-a-awk! Ba-a-awk!
Great little poem, don't you think? There's only one problem when applying that poem to our house. My chickens don't lay eggs.
Remember our chickens? Those cute little things we brought home back in May? You can find the original post here.
Yeah...they look like this now:
They eat all day. They poop all day - usually on my patio. They chit-chat all day with each other. They follow each other. They put themselves to bed at night. They come running when we go out side, following us closely. And they sure are fun. But where, oh where are our eggs?
By my count our chicks are 22 weeks old. Surely they should be laying by now, right? Chicken whisperers chime in. What can we do? They're on adult chicken crumble feed. They have plenty of fresh water. They get all the left over kitchen scraps they can eat. They love to dig in our compost pile, pulling out worms, grubs, etc. They scratch, they molt, they cackle. They just don't lay.
At least they're entertaining.