As July progressed, in between the slow culling of the roosters, I’ve been anxiously awaiting the coming of age for my sexlink hens, and the coming of eggs. About a week ago, Abigail, who has always been the biggest of the sexlinks, started doing a ‘submissive squat’ whenever someone tried to pick her up. So we’ve been watching her closely.
In preparation, Little Dude, DH and I did some changes to the coop, namely curtains for the beds I’d to have has laying boxes. I’ve read in numerous places where the curtains offer privacy and shade for the hens, and a safe place to lay their eggs. Once the curtains were up, Little Dude and I placed extra straw and plastic Easter eggs inside the beds. The straw to encourage nesting and the plastic eggs because we have a ton of those and I didn’t want to go to the store to buy golf balls. I figure that the hens won’t care about the color, right?
I saved extra cloth from the curtains to go with the other egg-related project I’ve been working on in my spare time… the restoration/renovation of an antique egg-basket.
I was hoping to finish this little project before the hens began laying, but Abigail had other plans, apparently. 🙂
She was in the coop this morning behaving very strangely (for her, or for what I’ve seen of these birds thus far). She was in the laying box she has been favoring all week, and I mostly ignored her while I was cleaning the rest of the beds. Then, she stood up, stuck her head out behind the curtain, stretched her neck waaaaaay out and started screeching like nothing I’ve heard before. She did that for several minutes, which totally freaked Little Dude out, and he began to worry. But I told him that I’d heard ‘some chickens sing before they lay an egg.’ So maybe she was getting ready to lay one. Not that I would call that sound ‘singing.’ It was more like panic. Like she was yelling at Dots to hurry up and get the boiling water and bed sheets, the baby was coming whether the doctor was here or not.
And then… she just stopped panicking, stood up and started dragging straw from some of the other laying boxes.
That’s where I left her, dong her nesting thing. No egg.
But I came back down to the barn this afternoon and found this in the coop, in that same laying box:
For the record, Abigail, Dots and their sexlink ‘sisters’ are 17 weeks old today. I wonder when Rebekah and Ava will start laying, too? 🙂