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March 4, 2009
Our hen's egg is more orange and quite a bit larger than the egg purchased from Trader Joe's.

Our hen's egg is more orange and quite a bit larger than the egg purchased from Trader Joe's.

 

I must confess that our relationship with our little flock of four Plymouth Rock hens has not been a model of proper stewardship.  We have been buying (a) layer pellets; (b) pine shavings for their hutch; and (c) eggs for our own consumption in the absence of our hens’ productivity since last September.  At three years of age, the girls are early retirees.

We determined that this year they would lay or stew.  One–we have no way to tell them apart–has just resumed laying one egg every other day.  It’s sort of like when co-conspirators confess implausibly to a crime in an effort to lay reasonable doubt on each of them.

When I see their eggs, I know that home-raised chickens, whether farm or urban, produce eggs superior to  eggs we can conveniently buy.  But if they won’t lay at least two eggs apiece per week, they’re stew.  The superiority of their eggs might urge me to raise chicks again; I don’t know.  It’s a fair amount of work, and eggs, after all, are pretty cheap food.  We’ll see.

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