Granny Panty Chic: Egg-citement!

So, no remark on the long, uncomfortable silences on this blog. Same story women have told for ages.Last weekend, the husband and I were running around doing errands and it occured to me that Maryland at this sentence of class is wildly beautiful. The colleges deftly schedule their tours to concur with the perfect scenery. Numerous fall festivals and trade shows abound. Most importantly, our chickens have started laying!

es, the previous freeloaders are slowly start to get off scholarship and make their keep. Surprisingly, the first little bed was Peanut, our black silkie and the tiniest of the flock. Peanut is our youngest daughter's personal chicken, so young girl is particularly proud that her chickie is the chickie who could. (We all want to start refering to Peanut as a she since we've previously called Peanut a he. Our apologies Peanut!)Peanut lays the cutest, half-size bantam pullet eggs.The following little chickie on the production line is Duckie, our Buff Orpington and acknowledged chicken public relations ambassador. Duckie is the calmest, most inquisitive little lady who enjoys attention, so she is the one to comfort and reaasure those who view chickens negatively.And most recently, Patches, our pretty Easter Egger with a funny, floppy comb has begun laying a lovely blue-green egg. She sings her quirky egg song beforehand, arranges the nest box just so and then puffs up before dropping off her part to the egg carton.We do get a mystery layer who hasn't figured out that dropping your eggs willy-nilly in the chicken run isn't so wise. We are hopeful she will watch her chickie sisters and watch their lead.Most of the others show signs of connection the product line soon including one small white silkie who I was quite certain was a cock and it now most assuredly a little lady with a very odd comb.So, soon quiche, omelets and angel food cakes will abound! If it begins to get too crazy, we'll resort to tossing eggs in unlocked cars and leaving them anonymously on neighbors porches (must like our practice with zucchini and tomatoes in the summer).Don't even ask hubby how often that first egg cost!