I am pretty sure that it was Myra who laid this first one. Her comb is the largest and she was acting a little strangely early that morning.
I found it when I went to let the chookies out at around 10am and it was still warm. Myra had made a lovely straw nest to lay her egg, in a spot behind a bale of lucerne, nice and tucked away.
I wonder why she chose that spot and not a nesting box?
I am not sure why I have this little strange feeling in my chest, after all Myra did all the work.
|Myra on her first day in the coop - she's a little older now|
But the winter vegetables are planted and thriving and the new vegetable patch is being fenced to exclude the wallabies. The citrus are in and soon it's time to buy bare rooted fruit trees.
The home paddock is now empty of agisting stock and is resting up but there are plans for a house cow and some sheep and maybe a pig.
I am tinkering with various little rehabilitation experiments to improve and support the native pasture. The dam wall, once scared by eroding hoofs, is now greening up with at least 5 different grass species all in late-autumn flower. I am starting to identify grasses from a distance. I am gradually winning the battle with the thistles by hand slashing and hoeing them and,
we have an egg, a beautiful native grass-grazed egg. And there should be another one this morning...