Kitty and Anne laid their first eggs just in time to usher in the dark days of winter.
It’s a hopeful way to celebrate Halloween or Samhain as it used to be known. The time when the veil is thinnest between the worlds of the living and dead.
Kitty and Anne’s eggs were smaller than the older hens eggs and a rich reddish-brown. I boiled them this morning and made an open-faced sandwich for me and Jon with butter and avocado on fitness bread.
I don’t know if the chicks will lay eggs through the winter, but it’s exciting to have even just these two and to know the hens will lay in the nesting box in the coop.