OK, stop laughing. I know, I'm a middle aged woman and really, is this event a reason for me to be jumping up and down and sending photos as high as mid NSW and and low as Hobart in Tas (where Hubby is at the moment) and then blogging about it? You know what, laugh away, i don't care. This little eggs means that my girls have settled in and feel comfortable enough to produce an egg. It means that they are healthy and happy and i am one more step along the road.
|The brown one is a shop bought egg - not a bad size from such little girls.|
|Lacy, the grey one looks like she has an old ladies gown with a bustle. Funny as when she runs.|
A friend suggested they might prefer protein in the form of bugs and worms to veggies but they don't seem very enthusiastic diggers which is typical of this breed. The garden bed in their run looks pretty unscathed except for small patch where they dust bathe.
One possible solution might be what i call "Chicken Crack". They love this stuff and it is always polished off first before anything else. None of it is left. The sparrows (by the hundreds) have to be content with the laying pellets as that's all that's left.
At least today, they produced an egg. Identity crisis is over for at least one of them.
Do you think i should i start an egg count on the side of my blog? LOL Do bantam eggs get half a count?