The Shocking Truth Behind Our EGG-istential Crisis: What Brian Whiddon Reveals Will Change How You See Breakfast Forever!
Last year was a bad year for our chickens.
Early in the year, we had hens killed by dogs, dragged off by racoons, and literally just disappear without a trace. Then Randy, our beloved rooster – a huge bird who was sweet and gentle with both the hens and people – was taken out by a hawk (or something else with wings and a beak). We were left with just three hens, only two of which were still laying.
So, since chickens can remain fertile (and so will the eggs they lay) for up to a month after mating, we began collecting eggs from the small flock we had left. We incubated 12 eggs, and hatched 7 chicks. From that brood, we wound up with five hens and two roosters. One of the roosters and a hen wandered off and never came back after a day of free-ranging, leaving only Benedict as king of the roost.
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