Most Nebraskans were either hunkered or bunkered yesterday. Some serious snowfall out on our little slice to be sure. White out conditions, howling winds, mounding drifts, sounds like my idea of fun!
A bit of a mid day break gave me the opportunity to scoop a quick loop for the girls daily constitutionals. Interesting fact, most everyone that raises laying hens uses artificial lighting in the winter, tricks the hen’s natural inclination to reduce production relative to the amount of daylight. But not the Bar None. We let the ladies go through their broody (non laying) period, but have found manipulating other variables allows for increased output.
Chief among these variables are, wait for it…. diet and exercise. By making sure our girls still get fresh greens, still get out and spread their wings, they don’t need to be fooled with artificial stimuli. Picked up 13 eggs from 24 hens, a remarkable ratio for early February.
I’ve railed against the artificial for years, another prime example of how natural is better. In the country, there is no room for preening or primping or waxing or whitening or botoxing or lipo-ing or dipping or clipping or tucking or nipping or implanting or enhancing.
In the country, Real is better. Its Natural. Its Nature. My Nature.
The girls happy to be out of the coop.
Legs, and Dusty and Mrs. Butterball with the lead at the top of the curve.
And its Okra in the homestretch with Dusty and Butterball rounding out the major placings!
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