To the delight of Number 2 son the second chicken of our four feathered friends has started laying eggs.
She is a little confused by it I think, she has only once laid an egg in a nesting box, and even then she laid it in the box that has been claimed by the other laying chicken, right beside the other chicken’s egg.
All of the other eggs produced by her have been found, I can only assume, right where she was standing when the urge to lay overtook her, including one balanced precariously on the edge of the shelf along the back wall of their coop.
It was just lucky that I noticed it when I did, otherwise it might have dropped to the floor and smashed. Not a problem as far as losing an egg goes, but we don’t want the chooks finding out how yummy their eggs are, otherwise they will start eating them themselves!
I was looking for interesting old articles about chooks when I found this offering from 1931 titled ‘medicated eggs’.
After finding that feeding her chickens onions affected the flavour the chicken farmer, marvellously named Madame Janossy (who I imagine feeding the chooks in a red silk ballroom gown, wearing gumboots), decided that she would do a bit of value adding and started feeding her chooks with cod liver oil and iodine.
This diet proved so beneficial to her own children that their weight increased to an unusual extent, and she began supplying local nursing homes and sanatoria with her medicinal eggs.
I wonder if the unusual weight gain of her children was due to these additions to the eggs, or the volume of eggs eaten. After all, their mum was a chook farmer.
It might be a case of the family being fed copious amounts of the easiest thing to supply. If my mum was a chook farmer I can guarantee that I would have gained an unusual amount of weight due to egg consumption too! (I would prefer she was a chocolatier though) 😉
What a great bit of advertising from Madame Janossy, clearly a woman ahead of her time. Having your herd of unusually hefty kids wander about town and telling everyone who will listen that it is because of your own miraculous produce is a great way to get that product noticed isn’t it? In a 1931 farming community in Budapest I doubt there was the same kind of stigma attached to being heavier as there is today, it would have meant that you were actually getting fed well.