At the fence

Some days when I need a moment to myself, I'll pull a chair into the back of the yard and watch the chickens. And just as I feel my tension ease, I'll hear a voice. Someone calling me over to the fence to ask about the chickens. The girls have become quite a spectacle. We …

An egg???

Every day when I trek up to the chicken coop to collect eggs, I chuckle and remind myself that it's singular. Egg. My Olive Egger, Gigi, provides a green egg almost every day. But Loretta, our Black Copper Marans, hasn't laid an egg since last summer. And truthfully, it's been almost two years that I've …