Kerfuffle in the nest box

February 7, 2008 | By | Comments (3)

by Margo True, Sunset food editor

One by one, our chickens are stepping up to their duties and beginning to lay eggs. Ophelia went first, causing much excitement around these parts. Alana started up a couple of days ago, producing a slender greenish egg that looked a little like a smooth kiwi. Both of them seem unfazed by this radical change in their physiologies. They just calmly deposit in the henhouse and then hop back out to the yard as though nothing’s happened.

Yesterday, it was Carmelita’s turn, the redder of our two Rhode Island Reds. No walk in the park for this chicken, I’m afraid.

Around noon, Jim, Team Chickens leader, reported that he’d seen her sitting in one of the nest boxes, shooting her legs in various directions and squawking frantically.

I popped by the coop an hour later and there was no sign of her—in the yard or, when I peered through its window, in the henhouse. Finally I saw a motionless bit of wing up in a nest box and went round to the latched door that leads to it. She was in there all right—scrunched up against the door in a frozen position, her head thrown back and beak open, like a figure in a Napoleonic war painting. Good God. I shut the door quickly. The poor thing clearly needed privacy.

What if that first egg is stuck, I wondered. Or breech or something. Does massage help? I blocked these thoughts and managed to get back to work.

After another hour or so, Jim came into the kitchen, holding her small brown egg—with a hole punched in it, a hole that looked suspiciously beak-size. He’d found Carmelita still in the nest, clucking loudly over her punctured egg, and snatched it before she could do further damage (or worse, acquire a taste for eggs, which apparently some chickens do).


Maybe she was so furious after her wild afternoon that she vented on the egg. Or maybe I am a hopeless anthropomorphist.

Anyway, we blew the contents out of the egg, and now it’s just a peaceful shell with a scar. Here’s hoping things get easier for Carmelita.


  1. newbiecam

    Great storytelling. I would expect nothing less from the Sunset crew. I have really enjoyed the tales of Team Chicken. Guess we know what comes first, after all.

    February 12, 2008 at 3:10 am
  2. Sunset

    Dear Sandy,

    So glad you liked it! We have had two more eggs from Carmelita since, and unfortunately she punched the last one too. We are really hoping she straightens out.

    Ophelia and Alana are continuing to lay lovely blue and green eggs, respectively. We’re working ourselves up to another egg dish (bigger this time)…will post the recipe as before.

    More to come!

    February 9, 2008 at 1:00 am
  3. Sandy

    What a fabulous account! I laughed out loud, really! Poor Carmelita. I’m sorry to hear about her egg debacle, but here’s to hoping for smooth passages from now on. I can’t wait to read more!

    Sandy Smith

    February 8, 2008 at 12:45 pm

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