![]() ![]() ![]() But this morning, there it was: Ethel’s first small, pink egg. I wasn’t sure there would be any eggs at all this year. After losing our beloved Marigold, we were left with two chickens, Ethel the Barred Rock, and Ophelia the Buff Orpington. So every year, in this gorgeous, liminal season of Winter-into-Spring, I delight in finding the first egg in the coop, a true sign that the bodies of all organisms are coming to life. But I like to give my girls the rest their bodies naturally seek. Some people install lights into their coops to keep their chickens laying all year, inspired by the artificial brightness. Many breeds of chickens will lay eggs throughout their first winter, but once they get a little older, their egg-laying will usually dwindle and then stop completely as the winter darkness falls. Like all of us, chickens are creatures that respond to the seasons, to cycles of light and dark. ![]()
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