The hens have stopped eating their eggs!

I’m back in business! Just in time for Easter! Yippeee!

Please allow me to wallow in this proclamation for a moment because  it signifies the first official “farm problem” I’ve solved entirely on my own with no help or assistance from the husband.  That’s right!  Who’s Sasha Fierce?  Who’s the queen of delusional egomaniacs on the farm? Who can bring home the bacon eggs and fry em up in a pan? Me.

Not bad for a self-described halfwit who could barely light a match when I first moved down here.

How I did it:

• Supplementing their feed with calcium-rich oyster shells. This satisfies a key nutrient in the hens’ diet while making the shells nice and strong.

• Doping their drinking water with vinegar. The acid in vinegar helps with the absorption of calcium, according to (scientifically unfounded) farmer folklore

• Filling hollowed egg shells with disgusting mustard

• Moving the hens from the Hen Hut back to the coop, which features soft, rubberized laying boxes and gives the eggs a softer place to land (no cracked eggs).

• Allowing the hens to free-range again. Not sure how long this will last given I have to plant my garden, but it’s fine for now.

And for my next farm trick, I’m gonna sew me up a pair of wings made of chicken feathers and fly.

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