Last May 4, Elaine and I began our chicken rearing career when we received 10 straight run chicks from the local Southern States. As is common, two chicks perished within five days, and we raised the remaining eight chicks to maturity, along the way learning that six of the eight were roosters.
To supplement the female contingent, consisting of just Ruby and Little Spotty Hen, we purchased chickens that Elaine (she names all of our chickens) named Tallulah, Dot, and Violet. Elaine said Tallulah received her moniker because of her big, white tail, Dot hers because of a white dot on her back, and Violet her appellation because "she's no shrinking violet." In short, Violet is constantly whining, clucking, or yapping about something being almost as vocal as our sole remaining rooster, Little Jerry.
On August 18, our new trio of hens began laying, depositing two eggs in one of the nesting boxes, and have been doing a great job ever since. In fact, most days we find three eggs there, indicating that every one of the trio is doing her share.
This past Thursday was like every other day, as three medium size dark brown eggs were laid in the nesting box before noon. But around 5:30 that evening, I found a small, light brown egg at the upper corner of our chicken run near the solar powered station.