I’m not sure what people envision exactly, when they think about the modern farm family’s daily farming tasks. It varies widely from farm to farm, of course, but for us, one task that we do very frequently together is collect and process eggs from our mobile-pastured hens. It’s a little more complicated than just scooping up a few “cackleberries” and putting them into cartons to sell. Because we really want to raise the hens on living pasture, it is imperative that the hens get moved to new ground often so they don’t kill the vegetation in their old paddock. Not to mention the intense manure build-up that happens when you leave any animal in one place for too long!
So we move the hens a couple of times a week, which means their house moves, too. Which means we have to travel to wherever their house happens to be to collect said eggs. But there are, oh, roughly 700 chickens laying in the ballpark of 500 eggs per day, which then have to be transported from the “wilderness” back to our nice, clean, dry egg-processing room. So that’s what we do each day at the end of the day after the chickens have finished their work and are preparing to settle in for the night.
Unfortunately the hens don’t always get the memo that customers like clean, uncracked eggs with pretty little brown (or green!) shells. On rainy days (which have been in abundance this spring!), we tend to see a lot of mud tracked in from the field. I guess the hens didn’t learn to wipe their little dirty birdie feet.
So we do our best to field-sort the eggs into clean/dirty/cracked baskets, and then haul them back to the egg room for further inspection, cleaning, and packaging. Our jobs are further complicated by state requirements that we sort the eggs by size and “grade” (the size of the little air cell inside the egg). So after egg collection is when the real fun begins!
If you’ve been following our farm adventure recently, you know we have 4 young kiddos (oldest is 7!), with another on the way any day now, and we love to get them involved in what we’re doing… being that iconic farm-schooling family and all š So the kids help us process eggs a few times per week, which, to my surprise, has been one of my greatest sources of pride and excitement about raising these little people into skilled, thoughtful, hardworking bigger people. My mommy-heart just swells with pride as I watch them grow in independence and self-confidence. You could liken it to polishing silver or something–it’s hard and takes a long time and a lot of elbow grease, but boy, is it gorgeous when it really starts to shine!
Anyway, I thought I’d take you on a fun photo tour of the Egg Room with the kids. Enjoy!
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I am proud of you teaching children the farm life.
My Dad had laying hens, today is his bday. 106 if still with me
I admire you both for the hard work you do and for teaching your children to work along with you. That’s how we were brought up, working the gardens, milking cows, cooking, cleaning, laundry, canning, caring for the animals, younger kids and chickens.
I hand-milked ole’ Possum twice a day at 16 before catching the bus for school (walking down a long dirt road to catch the bus).
Loved the fresh milk, butter and cream! Loved the tomatoes, squash, green beans, corn etc from the garden too. It wasn’t easy hoeing the weeds or doing the picking though!
Such precious, cute kids you have too!
Our boys were raised on gathering eggs. One of the boys raised a calf for a year then sold it to get chickens. As they grew older, they decided “broken” eggs were good to use for “dodge ball”, …..we sure did have a lot of “broken” eggs! Different farm chores were soon assigned to them! The regret of so many ”broken” eggs was soon felt, but, I liked the clean stalls! Families that farm together stay together!