Man-o-mighty, our hens have been laying a dozen eggs a day! The eggs are super colorful and neat. I love filling up a carton. They look like the color of rustic, chipping paint you would see on the wall of a room in an Anthropologie catalogue; with earthy, worn hues of blue, rusty-orange, light beige, and brown. Perfect little smooth orbs of color with the most amazing substance inside. The yolks are orange, like really deep, rich orange. They are little nutrient bombs, and our hens made them. The boys love eating them too, which makes me feel so damn 'homestead.'
We've been using the word homestead as an adjective for a long time. Whenever we do something really hardcore or over-the-top pioneerish we say something like, "damn baby, that's so homestead of you." Andy started a list of the more homestead things we've done, such as squatting to pee into a chamber pot at nine months pregnant--like, thirty times a day. Andy's recent best has been smoking a skunk out of a culvert.
Raising chickens and eating eggs isn't really all that homestead, I guess, since a lot of people have chickens, but I'm still insanely impressed with us. Anyway, we have a ton of eggs that we can't keep up with. Hard as we try, we cannot consume a dozen eggs a day. So, we've been giving some away, AND we have been packing some up in cartons with nice homestead labels to bring to the Co-op, where YOU can buy them! There's even an extra surprise in each carton. I'm not going to give it away here, but you should run down and get a dozen to see for yourself. It's kinda like opening a box of cracker jacks to get the fun prize inside, only this surprise is way better.
And yesterday Andy and Asa brought home four new baby chicks! Little black puff balls, they are Black Australorps, and they are cute as a bug's ear. And wouldn't you know it, they picked up eight more today, of differing varieties. So, we now have a dozen baby chicks chirping in our bathroom.
It's fun to have babies in the house. Asa and Axel want to hold them all the time, to the point that we have to actually schedule "quiet time" for the little ladies lest they be mauled to death. Last night at 1:30 am, Axel woke up after tossing and turning for a bit, and said "bathroom." I thought he had a stomach ache and needed to go to the bathroom, but after a few questions, I realized he wanted to go visit the "babies" in the bathroom. At this point, our conversation had woken Asa up, and he wanted to visit the babies too. So we all sleepily stumbled into the bathroom and looked at the babies all huddled together in their box. When we returned to bed, everyone fell asleep contentedly.
We are holding our annual May Day Frolic this Saturday from 12-4! We even have a maypole to frolic around. And we will have a few kids' activities going on. It's potluck-style, so bring a dish. Should be a hoot. Hope to see you there.