Dax’s Dozen

Dax is one of the hens of the second batch–the ones liberated from the feed store a couple of months after getting our baby chicks. The Great Chicken Liberation was much more of a response to the squalor they appeared to be in crammed into the large cage at the feed store, than any need for more chickens (and we paid 6 times the amount for the gangly teen-age chickens). We surely had enough at 7. But this West Site Story is for another day.

Today, we talk about Dax. Daxtra is presumed to be a Welsummer, with a dark brown body, and a glorious neck and head of bright reddish brown. That’s right, she’s a redhead.

Falyn was up that morning playing her beloved Uncharted 2 (this summer), and unexpectedly, Dax jumped up onto the BBQ and was looking at her through the window in the house. None of the chickens had done this before, and haven’t done it since. My girl took a photo and went back to her gaming. Later, she heard a ruckus in the hen house. She got some shoes on and went out. She found Dax sticking he head out of the hen house and squawking. Falyn talked her out, picked her up, hung out with her a bit, made sure the ladies were all ok, then came back into the house.

The day went on as normal, then that night when we put the chickens to bed, Falyn was petting Dax and just thought to feel around and VOILA!!! EGG!!! The egg seemed normal but when compared to the “Large” eggs from the store, they were clearly smaller. Adorable but small.

(OK, the chickens put themselves in the hen house and most fly up to the high roost, with a few hanging out in the nesting boxes, we just like to visit them, and close the door to protect them from critters).

For a solid 8 days Dax was the only layer. We went on vacation and by the time we came back, we had 3 others laying. But Dax is the only morning layer so far. The others seem to be late afternoon layers. I celebrated Dax’s first dozen by making some whole wheat Challah bread with them, with of course, buttered eggs. Delish.


About Rachel "Ginger" Lazarus

I'm a post-feminist, ex-showgirl, looking to make a fulfilling life in the country with my fella, our girls, our dog, and "the ladies" our dozen chickens.
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