A problem has developed here on the farm. It seems that a hen or two have acquired a taste for eggs. Yep, it is possible for chickens to decide that they enjoy eating their own. I would be okay with it if they were eating AN egg everyday, but these bandits are breaking into 8-10 per day! My challenge is to find out which little bugger(s) are pilfering and put an end to it.
When we started with our layers, we just ordered a variety of chickens so we would have a colorful chicken yard. Now we replenish the flock by adding a certain breed yearly so we know the ages of each species of hen……it makes it easier when it is time to cull. The last 25 layers we purchased are called Black Stars, and I have a sneaking suspicion that some of those are guilty of cannibalism.
I almost caught them too. I have started going into the coop several times a day to collect eggs and to “patrol”. There they were; two Black Stars with their ass’s hanging out of the box while they pecked at the eggs inside. But they were wise to the scene and literally “flew the coop” by the time I could run over there. I chased them, but it was like a scene in a spy movie when the main character is in hot pursuit of the bad guy, but they are running through alleys and jumping rooftops until the bad guy finds the jam-packed street market and blends into the crowd. The main character just stands there, feverishly looking in all directions, but the bad guy is just playing real cool and walking calmly amongst the shoppers. In that moment, I felt like Jason Borne; I chased them back and forth inside the coop as they dashed and darted under the roost and between the nest boxes. I chased them as they ran out the door and round and round the coop, until they outpaced me at the far corner of the building. Those crafty thieves just blended with the others and began to innocently peck the dirt with their like-colored flock…….blimey, outsmarted by a couple of 2 pound chickens.
So I have devised a new system. One by one I am going to test all of the chickens. Yes, all of them. It might take weeks, but I will not be deterred. I am going to isolate every one of those damn chickens until I catch the guilty parties. If they pass the test, they will leave isolation with purple paint on their comb. Steve finds it hilarious watching me march over to the detention center with a squawking bird in hand…..the chicken looking at me like, “WTF lady, are you insane? Put me down now or I will shit all over you.” And they usually do show their defiance, but I no longer care because I am telling you here and now……I might lose a battle or two, but I will win the war. In the meantime, I will have the stew pot on the ready.