When we lived in the cottage, we were given five ex-battery hens and a henhouse as a house warming gift. After a while, we wondered if it was a practical joke as apart from the benefit of eggs, the chickens desecrated our back garden. They also pecked Maggie on the bum so often that she refused to pee or poo out back unless it was the middle of the night and an emergency, or first thing in the morning before the chickens were let out.
We ended up making a run for them so that although they were outside, they weren’t roaming as free as they had been, but Maggie was still having none of it.
In town today I had the shock of my life at the price of eggs.
I had been paying around £1.35 for a tray of 15 of mixed sizes and the last tray had three with double yolks. With giving Maya an egg in her breakfast as we’d done with Maggie,
I only had four left so wanted to get some more.
Prices for six started at £1.89. There were no cheap trays of 15 left (now £1.59) and no gaps on the shelf where cheap half dozen boxes may have been. I was gobsmacked and walked out of the shop in disgust thinking we could get cheaper elsewhere.
I was wrong. I could get a box of 10 for just under £2 but that was about it. I left.
Finally, we went into the Co-op on the way home and I paid £1.35 for 6 free range eggs and asked the cashier why prices had risen so sharply in so short a time. She said she had no idea as everything on their delivery this week was a lot higher in price than previously.
I looked it up when I got home and a lot of it is down to the latest bout of avian flu and another culling of thousands of birds.
Looking at various supermarket websites, we can expect to pay upwards of £1.25 for 6 now depending where we shop.
Maya is actually helping us by not having eaten her breakfast and eggs for the last few days, so we shall not be adding one every morning now.
This is Scraggy, the only chicken we named and the last one to pass away. She was found ‘asleep’ on the nesting box in the hen house after we had rehomed her and two of her friends. It was easier to rehome a group of chickens rather than one or two as others in an existing flock could attack them, sometime fatally. She had been the scruffiest and skinniest of the five, but in the end was the most beautiful.
Maybe we should consider getting another half a dozen as by selling the excess eggs was sufficient to keep them in feed and straw.