Barley’s eggs for breakfast

Barley has laid her first three eggs this week. We were hoping for another so that we could have two each for Sunday breakfast but never mind, it’s not the first time we have had one and a half eggs each for breakfast.

I usually poach our breakfast eggs but as these were Barley’s first I thought I would fry them and get a photograph.

They had good hard shells and lovely coloured yolks. They are a little bigger than Sparkle’s eggs were, with the same size yolk, but more white. Sparkle’s eggs have the smallest amount of white I have seen on any eggs.

Just to give perspective this is my smallest frying pan at only eight inches across.

Barley's first eggs

Barley’s first eggs

A lovely addition to our Sunday breakfast

A lovely addition to our Sunday breakfast

They were lovely and here is the lovely girl herself.

Barley, my little poser

Barley, my little poser

I have been trying to get photos of all the girls over the past few days as I want to do a post showing them pretty much feathered up again. However it’s not been easy as they don’t stay still and often just as I click they will turn away. Barley though is easy to photograph. I have never come across a chicken that is such a poser.

Wherever I am Barley is there in front of me and whenever I point the camera she poses or photo bombs the shot and she is beautiful! Just look at her magnificent comb and wattles.

Thank you for our breakfast Barley.

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2 Responses to Barley’s eggs for breakfast

  1. jackie says:

    She is just lovely and I bet the eggs were too.
    She looks better in real life than she does in photos.

    • Carol says:

      The eggs were lovely. She does look even better in real life and she is such a character. I have an even closer photo of her but am saving it for my next post.

      This morning I changed the shavings in the coop and Barley was with me every step if the way “helping”. She watched me sweep the shavings from under the coop then wafted them back under there again. She put mud from her feet in the clean nest box. She jumped from the nest box to my back (more muddy footprints) then when she couldn’t find a way down she stood on my head and jumped down in front of me. I wish I had taken my camera in with me. She really is a nut case but it is very endearing.

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