It's happening. Almost six months, thousands of dollars, and two noisy roosters later, the hens are laying eggs.
Well, one of them is, anyway. Snowflake presented us with a single little pink egg yesterday. Matt heard the chicken cackling up a storm, went out to check the coop, and found it buried in the sawdust. He came rushing in to show me and promptly dropped it. It cracked, so he cooked it up right away as a pre-dinner snack.
About 3,000 more of these and we might be getting close to "worth it."
