The chicks we bought this spring to help fill in for our hens that are showing some age are starting to lay their first eggs.
It’s amazing really that between February and June the chicks go from needing heat lamps to stay alive to laying free-range delicious eggs. For those urban ag proponents who raise a few hens or those living the country life like me, first eggs are simply miraculous.
For starters, they are tiny, just slightly bigger than a robin’s egg. But they’re perfect — hard shelled, yolk inside, everything right with nature.
So in a proud moment like the first day of school or a summer vacation, I’ve taken a photo of our teeny egg from one of the 30 pullets running around my acreage. It’ll take a while to make a cake out of these babies, but they’re pretty adorable.