OK, it’s official, the days are getting longer. How do I know? The girls are laying more eggs. They are not up to their normal summertime output of a dozen eggs per day, but getting six eggs in one day is a sure sign that spring will once again return to the land.
The last several weeks we have only had two or three eggs per day. When I collected eggs this evening I collected six. A nice change. I guess that the girls are happy even if yard is mostly covered in snow.
Normally if you hear the phrase “Chicken with Grits” you think of something that you would eat. I guess in a way it does end up being that (after their eggs have been collected). In this case this is a description of the feeding frenzy that will happen in the hen house on a cold winter’s morning.
To help warm the chickens, improve their attitude and just basically spoil them, the chickens will sometimes get a warm pot of grits for breakfast. For those that are not familiar with grits, they are a course ground corn cereal or mush. I like mine with Frank’s Hot Sauce and salt and pepper. The chickens get theirs plain.
If it weren’t for the fresh eggs, I think that I would never have free-range chickens. The chickens seem to get into every flower bed and vegetable patch that I have. They did in the soil looking for bugs and worms. I like that part. However, they dig in the softest soil which is always where you have planted the latest flowers and veggies. Here is a photo of some of the eggs that we collect every day.
It has been such a long time since we have bought any eggs that are commercially raised, I had forgot just how much more flavor the home grown eggs are. I helped my friend, Jack, with a Gospel Choir Concert that he had in Ogden. After the performance we went to get a bite to eat. I ordered some scrambled eggs with my meal. The best I can say for those eggs is that they were hot and a good carrier for ketchup.