You may not know much about Dark Meat (whose real name is Esther, named after the famed synchronized swimmer), but you may be hearing more about her over the coming weeks.
See the resemblance? I thought you might. I can't say that Dark Meat enjoys a good swim, but her feathery toes know no boundaries. She's bold, she's brave, and I even witnessed her giving a hearty peck to Portia just the other day. We worried that she would forever be the scared little chicken in the flock, but she seems to be coming into her own.
The real reason we're all about Dark Meat these days is because....
SHE LAID HER FIRST EGG!
That's right, folks. The silence of the egg is over. After a month of no hen fruits, Dark Meat has come through as a shining example of urban-egg-laying glory. Her first egg came early on Saturday morning, and the second arrived on Sunday. Who knows? There might be one waiting for us after work today. So far her eggs are a bit on the small side, but we don't judge around here. Their shells are a lovely pale brown with subtle lilac specks. If I hadn't been so keen on breakfast this weekend, I'd have snapped a pic or two.
It's funny how we've come to depend on our ladies for eggs in the course of just one short year. Store bought eggs simply won't do. The shells are too uniform, the yolks are too pale, the flavor is flat, and the characteristic bit of feather fluff or chicken poo is oddly absent. I've missed me some farm eggs.
Our girls haven't been laying much lately and I just cant bring myself to buy store eggs. Happy to hear yours are back on track.
ReplyDeleteThere is nothing, I mean NOTHING like a fresh farm egg. Congrats on the new layer!!!!
ReplyDeleteWay to go Darkmeat! Our egg production has dropped now that the days are getting shorter.Unless someone is sitting on some somewhere....Hmmmmm.
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