This past Sunday was Mother’s Day so, naturally, we adopted two mothers and put them into our backyard. Meet Thelma.
And, meet Thelma’s first egg.
Resisting all urges to cuddle the chickens all day and all of the night, we were sitting on the patio when we heard *clunk*.
“Did you hear that?”
“I heard that.”
We opened the trap door, and there was a perfect, warm, perfect speckled little egg.
I imagine you might be thinking to yourself at this moment, “Chickens, Bud?”
Why, yes! Didja know there’s a service called Rent the Chicken? Oh, yes. Yes, there is.
Much giddy research was done on the system — which involves renting chickens and their coop from May–October, at which time, if we’ve fallen in love with our little featherheads, we may buy out the lease, as it were, and keep them — the logistics, the pros and cons . . . and, in the end, we decided to Rent the Chicken.
Well, the chickens. Meet Louise. Hey, Louise! Wake up!
Homestead Kate and Homestead Mike (these are their Rent the Chicken callsigns; everyone I talked to throughout the investigation process had the prefix “Homestead”), from Bees Please Farms in Saanich arrived with the chicken coop they constructed and these two girls inside.
They’re Bovans chickens. I don’t know what that means, but apparently, they’re much cooler and less common than, say, your typical Rhode Island Red.
WHY DID THE CHICKEN CROSS THE PATH— oh, never mind.
It’s only been a few days, but it’s been great fun hearing these two burble softly at us for food or treats, letting them roam our yard, chasing them away from the veggie garden, attempting to catch and hold them, petting their ridiculously soft feathers, and blinking the tears away as they eat mealworms out of my hand.
It really hurts, but it’s too cute to resist doing.
Plus, fresh eggs. Lots and lots of fresh eggs. Omelettes for everyone!
Kitara made up a song in celebration of our new houseguests:
? Baa baa black chick(en), have you any eggs? Yes sir, yes sir, underneath my legs! ?