It's 6:30 am. I walk out the back door in my pajamas hoping nobody else is up at this hour. My hair is askew, I'm braless and my eyes are only half mass as I've had no coffee. I creep down to the chicken yard and eagerly unlatch the gate. From the coop I hear the sounds of chicken chatter as the girls, undoubtedly, discuss what they will forage for today. I pop the door open and usher the girls out. Then I go around back to do an egg check. I anxiously peek inside and..... no eggs.
Maude, my Barred Rock, is thus far my only laying hen. However, she lays an egg at 10:30 each day and this ain't no brunch house ladies. I hang my head in chicken mama shame and leave the chicken yard. I no longer care if the neighbors see me in my pajamas. I'm deflated, knowing that it's Special K for breakfast again. Ugh! While it's great to get an egg a day I'm excited all over again at the prospect of more. I'm sure society is to blame for my desire of having more, but we'll just stick to chickens for today.