While I might have been grumbling (putting it mildly) about shoveling a quarter- mile of paths through a foot+ of heavy, wet, icy snow on Thanksgiving morning, it did have it's positive side. Apparently, being trapped in the coop with only their nesting boxes to keep them occupied, has joggled the hens' memories. I am now getting three or four eggs a day! This has been the longest dry spell as far as eggs go, ever on the Little Lucky. I have a total of 24 chickens - three are roosters, about half are getting on in years, and the rest should be laying their little hearts out. The reality is, I have gone over 27 days without one. single. egg. Sluggards.
However, even my Peanut (banty) is back in the boxes. So, while the days continue to shrink into 4 hours of so-called daylight, the hens are back to work. The irony is not lost on me...but I will count my blessings and my eggs.