Emma and Zack are both hens! We started getting eggs this summer – one or two per day, just right for a boy who likes to have fried eggs most mornings for breakfast and the occasional weekend waffle extravaganza or batch of cookies. But eggs really feel like a bonus, because these girls are so helpful with yard and food waste – any weeds we pull or food that’s gone a little south gets tossed into their enclosed run, and they are happy to pick through it, eat what they want, and then tromp it down into a nice compost-y floor.
They are sweet backyard companions while I sit with a cup of coffee or Nathan and I have a beer together – their calming clucks, busy scratching, entertaining dust-bathing (in which they carve out a bowl in the dirt, scratch up a cloud of dust and roll around in it, contorting their feathery bodies into impossible shapes, and then doze off intermittently – their ironic way of keeping clean!).