Today, one of my chickens laid the first egg of the new year.
What has this to do with badgers, you ask? Absolutely nothing. But this is my diary after all, and this is a date I want to keep track of, so here it is for posterity.
For the curious, chickens stop laying in winter and resume in spring. The mechanism for this is controlled by daylight, rather than temperature, so if you want eggs all year round you need to put a light in the chicken shed. I’m not too bothered about intensive egg production, so I just leave my girls to get on with it the natural way.
Since we got the chickens almost two years ago I have refused to buy eggs from a shop. We’ve got used to proper free-range eggs fresh from the garden, and the shop-bought ones are terrible, insipid things by comparison. Hence I’m recording the date so that I know when I can expect to resume my Sunday morning fried breakfasts next year.