Introducing Baby Mouse. You may remember her as this little thing …
Baby Mouse has achieved full grown hen status and started laying eggs for me a few weeks ago. I’m using the term “for me” very loosely here, because the closest she’s ever come to doing anything for me is when she very much on purpose, tried to pluck my left eye out. Repeatedly. After jumping in my lap for attention. She’s kindda out of left field that way. She’d make a terrible service animal. For one thing you may start off with a mere anxiety disorder when you get her but you’d end up missing 2 eyes, part of an ear, definitely some soft cartilage and suffer from PTSD.
She sure lays some pretty eggs though.
And luckily, I can still see them. A few more lap dances from her and you’ll have to describe them to me by pressing your finger into the palm of my hand and drawing them.
Yeah. You can see the danger in her eyes.
Baby Mouse is what’s called an Olive Egger. It isn’t a breed per say, so much as a mix of 2 breeds that have unique qualities. One of its parents is a dark egg layer and one of its parents is a blue egg layer. Put them together in a motel room with a heart shaped nest and what you end up with are a bunch of little chickens that will eventually lays olive coloured eggs. It’s all basic colour wheel stuff.
Baby Mouse comes from Ameraucana (blue egg laying) lines and Copper Marans (dark, dark brown egg laying) lines.
Which means I now have hens in my coop that lay dark brown, blueish/green, bright blue and olive coloured eggs. They’re produced by my Easter Egger, Cheez Whiz, who lays blueish/green eggs, my Copper Marans, Mabel and Josephine who lay dark brown eggs, Sweetie who lays bright blue eggs and now Baby Mouse who lays her olive coloured eggs.
Not pictured are the eggs from Sweetie who has gone on egg laying strike; a very common affliction for hens in winter. I’m not entirely sure of the science behind it but basically hens who don’t lay eggs throughout the winter stay here in Canada while their ovaries take off to play horseshoes in Palm Beach.
Baby Mouse. The man eating chicken. Such poetic irony for such a pea brained animal.
And such a big breast if she ever tries to blind me again.