It's a pretty well-known fact that as the days get shorter and colder, chickens don't lay as much. Older chickens, too, tend to lay a lot less than younger chickens.
As the year waned, sometime after Halloween, before our pullets were old enough to lay, we were only getting one egg a day or so. By Thanksgiving, we were down to, maybe, three eggs per week. By Christmas, we were no longer eating eggs.
Every time Deus Ex Machina goes out to check on the chickens, he will remind them, Eggs or Legs, ladies!
It feels like it must have started slowly, but here we are, almost in March, and for the first time in a very long time, I can say, with appreciation and joy, we have a glut of eggs!
And we've been eating them. A few nights ago, I made a quiche and an apple-puff pancake, which is an egg-based baked apple treat. Tonight we had crepes (four eggs for the batter). Deus Ex Machina and I stuffed ours with an egg, pepperoni and cheese scramble, and the girls stuffed theirs with fruit and topped with sweetened, whipped cream.
It's wonderful to have eggs, and we're very thankful to our chickens who, in spite of the several back-to-back snowstorms (and threats of bodily harm), have opted to give us this little treat.
We are truly thankful ... and completely sated.