Cluck Cluck

I don't know exactly why I have so many pictures of chickens.  But I do.  So I must share.

Josh forgot to let the chickens out one morning before he left the yard, so he called me to asked if I would do it.  Here's the mad rush after opening the doors.  I think it could easily compare to the pictures I've seen of Black Friday... in the chicken world, of course.

 

I was sitting in my living room one day when I heard a commotion at the window in the next room over, our toy room.  A rooster thought he'd hop up on the sill to find out what was happening on the inside!  Thankful for screens on this particular day!

One very random Saturday (which happens to be the same Saturday of the previous post about the races), I decided to see if a hen would hatch eggs in the chicken house.  All I needed was a marker, some chickens and a chicken house.

This is the nest the chickens lay their eggs in. 

I chose six eggs in the bottom right nest and marked them with an 'x' so we would be sure to leave them alone while a broody hen did her thing.  A broody hen is a hen that makes it her mission in life to do nothing but sit on eggs all day.  Usually an annoyance to egg producers... unless you randomly decide to hatch eggs!  And then all of a sudden she becomes a pleasure!

 

Three weeks later, we have chicks!  Two of the eggs disappeared and, as of the date of this post, the fourth one hasn't hatched yet.  But it still has a couple of days that it could still hatch.  Hatching eggs is like a lady's pregnancy, except hatching is measured in days: it takes an egg 21 days to hatch (a baby forms in 40 weeks) and the egg could safely hatch two days early or late (just like a baby could be born two weeks early or late).

 

There ya have it.  Chickens.