Well what do you know? Our three little chickens have reached the menopause! They've been laying soft eggs for a couple of months now, mixed in with the odd normal egg, and Mr. M. has tried everything, and I mean everything, to get to the bottom of this. They've had calcium supplement in their food, their coop has been blow torched to get rid of mites, you name it and Mr. M. has done it. In the end he contacted the farm we bought our little dears from and they said that this was normal. They've come to the end of their egg laying and have consequently reached the menopause.
So that's it? We've only had them for 2 years. Apparently, chickens lay a predestined number of eggs in their life time and when they've laid them that's the end of eggs. Hm. I suppose we've been very spoiled getting 3 eggs a day, 7 days a week for almost 18 months. If a chicken lays for example 4 eggs a week, their egg laying period will obviously last longer than if they lay day in day out. Mr. M. was told that they will still lay proper eggs for a while yet but nowhere near as frequently as before. Who knows? We might have to buy eggs one day soon.
On top of this, Gwen has been on an adventure again. This time she decided to visit our next door neighbour on the other side. Luckily, he wasn't afraid to pick her up and put her back in our garden.