The chickens have free range of our yard during the day and are confined to their fenced-in space around the coop at dawn and dusk, prime predator times. The girls are normally very good about not wandering far from our yard. They are completely locked up in the coop after dark for safety. The other afternoon I got the chickens in their yard, a process which is pretty easy since every time they see a human, they come running for hand outs. I tossed chicken scratch on the ground and counted 13 out of 14 chickens. Where's Frodo? Whenever a chicken is missing, a feeling of dread slowly builds as I walk around the yard calling (yes, our chickens do come when called). If she isn't found, the whole family participates in a chicken search.
|Frodo and Kelsey|
After 20 minutes of searching and calling for Frodo, I got worried. However, looking for a missing Frodo has happened numerous times before so I tried to keep it in perspective. I looked behind our garden shed several times as Jay found our first Silkie egg back there in the leaves the day before. Silkies are a bantam (miniature) variety of chicken so the eggs are tiny and cute. Frodo had recently started doing the Chicken Squat, a behavior where a hen will squat, flatten her back, wings slightly out, and stomp her feet when a human reaches to pet her on the back. I've found that when a young hen starts doing this, she is "coming of age" and will start laying eggs soon. So we knew Frodo had recently matured to the point of egg production. Since Mumble was not squatting yet, we surmised that the Silkie egg was Frodo's.
|Frodo's egg with a medium brown egg|
We have an old doghouse behind the garden shed among the bike, ladders, snow blower and other stuff. The doghouse is one of those large plastic ones that have top and bottom halves. I looked under the top half...nothing but a couple of buckets. I looked under the separate bottom half and found exactly 12 brown eggs. So that's why my brown egg production was so low! I look up to see if there was a container nearby I could put the eggs in and saw Frodo, casually strutting around the back yard. She had probably just woken up from a nap and come out of hiding, wherever that was.
With the dozen eggs I'd found, how to determine just how long they had been there under the dog house? I turned to Backyard Chicken's Chicken Forum and found the answer. It's called the Float Test. If the egg sinks to the bottom of a bowl of water, it's good. If it floats to the top, it's over 4-weeks-old and should be tossed. If the egg stands vertically on its narrow end, fat side up, it's 3-weeks-old and stale. Many of your factory farmed grocery store eggs are a month old, however, they've been refrigerated from the beginning. This test applies to eggs kept at room temperature. I imagine that if there's a rooster around, you'd only want to keep the sinkers. We no longer have a rooster and all these eggs sank to the bottom, so I had some reassurance we wouldn't get food poisoning or find a partially developed chick inside. Knowing that a hen spends 1-2 hours a day in order to lay each egg would be a waste of nutrition and hen labor if they had to be thrown out.
|Assortment of eggs, Frodo's mini-egg on the right|