On the way back down the alley, I realized that I still had eggs in my barn coat pocket. My youngest is helping care for the chickens - he sells the eggs under his business name of "Nick's Chicks." The children have had a great time thinking up a logo design for this fledgling enterprise. The dark brown egg is from our lone Welsummer hen. The reason that she is the only one is because our young guard dog discovered how the joy of using chickens as chew toys......No old or slow chickens left.