Pullet, You'll Be a Hen Soon

Or... they already are. Everything we were told and read explained that our chickens would probably not lay until Spring. If we wanted eggs, we would have to install a light in their coop to fool the chickens into thinking the days are long. We believed this and we were genuinely shocked when we discovered an egg. Renae went to let the chickens out to free range one early January morning and saw an odd roundish shape nestled in a nesting box. Curious about what it was she walked to the back of the coop and was delighted to see a brown egg.
Because we did some research about the chickens we got, we knew the egg had to be Stripe's, the Delaware. Very shortly after, and because Renae may have an egg allergy, I got to eat the egg. It had a brighter, and maybe a little larger, yolk than store bought eggs. It was delicious. To me, the flavor was the same as store bought eggs, just that it had more flavor.
It wasn't long after that that we found a bluish egg. As the other two hens are both Easter Eggers, we weren't sure which it was. Renae noticed that Pip was visiting the nesting boxes, and then I eventually witnessed Pip laying an egg. She was standing, though crouched, in a nesting box; I saw her backside convulse and then a quick "ba-cock" and an egg gently falls onto the pine shavings.
And finally, early February, our Horace, the one we had rooster concerns about, delivered unto us a pinkish egg. My understanding regarding Easter Eggers is that they are somewhat mutt chickens, therefore it is only a probability that they will lay bluish eggs, and that you can not absolutely predict what color the eggs will be. You will also notice that Horace and Pip look quite different, well, that is what it means to be an Easter Egger. I read that those pinkish eggs are very rare.
Because the eggs are so easy to discern from who they came, I've been keeping track of the hens egg laying. Stripe and Pip are prolific producers; about 5-6 eggs a week. Horace is about 3-4 a week. But, as Horace told me, "My eggs are pink, bitches".
The chickens have become very attached to Renae- she is their rooster. They now follow her when she comes outside and have learned to perch up on the porch railing so they could see in the back window and gaze upon Renae's eminence. This created a poop-on-the-porch problem that I wasn't to keen on. I think my solution will alleviate that: