First day at home

I was concerned about the hens for most of the night. I'd popped out and checked they were ok in their coop, concerned they might be worried about spending the night in a strange place. (Ok, ok, so I am a nut, sorry!)

Needless to say, they were all cosy and content and fast asleep.

Eventually I got off to sleep and dreamed weird hen-related dreams, where they would vanish and I would have to eat all the pellets.

After a disturbed night, Jack came bouncing in at 8.30am ... with an egg! I kid you not! We'd been told that they might not lay for a while after the rescue as they would need to settle and that disturbance could distrupt their laying. And yet here was Jack clutching, gently, a fresh out-of-a-hen egg! I was thrilled! And so was everyone else.

He left it in the kitchen, and I went back off to sleep .. for 30 mins when he came bouncing back in again, with another bloody egg! Oh my god, these hens were talented. 2 eggs in one day, and without having to get therapy first.

This egg was so fresh it was still hot to the touch. There's something vaguely unsettling about handling an egg that is that fresh; after all, it still had some poop on it. So it had really had just come out of a chicken! Weird - wonderful, but still, at this stage, weird.

We don't know which 2 hens laid the eggs; J is convinced his, Madame Jigglypuff, laid both, because she "looked a bit windy and full". We haven't tried one yet either - I think it may be poached egg on toast for supper tomorrow night, and 2 eggs won't go around all 6 of us.

But ....

Perhaps they'll lay some more tomorrow! :)