“Did you hear that?” I called from the kitchen.
“What?”
“The chickens are squawking. It’s not the rooster, it’s the chickens.”
“Hmmm. Haven’t heard that in a while…do ya think?”
We don’t use lights on our chickens in the winter. We could, and then they’d lay during the dark months. Of course, unless we invested in equipment and did a lot of experiments…those eggs would freeze, and be of no use. And, it cannot be good to have that output of extra energy for egg laying, when it takes so much to just keep warm all winter. So we don’t. We think of winter as chicken sabbatical.
After a bit, the squawking resumed.
“You hear that?”
“I’m going.” He pulled on his boots and jacket.
Sure enough, his investigation was rewarded with two fresh eggs, the first of the season.
He came in and proudly displayed the bounty.
I nodded. “Makes perfect sense.”
“Yeah, with the longer days…”
“Well, and the extra light from Day Light Savings.”
He had to squint, eyeing me, to see if I was kidding.
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