Have you ever collected fresh eggs before?
It’s always a good time, no matter when you do it — but there’s just something about this time of year that makes egg-collecting extra fun.
With the days getting shorter (and nights coming on sooner), there’s nothing quite like reaching into a dark nestbox on a cold autumn evening — because if you’re like me and refuse to carry a flashlight during choretime, you never know what’s inside until you actually stick your hand in it.
(I get a kick out of the weirdest things…)
Admittedly, sometimes I end up stickin’ my hand in chicken poop. Sometimes I get pecked by an ornery old hen. And sometimes I get nothing but a handful of straw. But more often than not, I come up with an egg. And let me tell ya, picking up a warm, fresh-laid egg… The satisfaction and pride that comes from that little oval treasure just makes my day.
And I know I’m not the only one who feels that way. As a matter of fact, if you were to ask my toddler, she’d probably tell you that checking for eggs with dad is the highlight of her entire evening — followed closely by filling up the goats’ water trough. (Because at this point in her life, choretime is still a privilege.)
Now, I realize that keeping chickens isn’t for everybody, but for me, it’s one of those simple pleasures that makes life worth living.
I love waking up to the crowing of a rooster. I love watching “the ladies” scratching around the yard. And raising fluffy little chicks? That’s become a springtime staple!
I’ve learned some important lessons from our chooks. We’ve had some amazing meals from ’em. And by golly! They’re just plain fun to have around!
Today I’m grateful for our chickens.
You also might like last year’s rant:
Cuz honestly, who doesn’t like to be thankful?!