One of the cocks does indeed crow, but not just at dawn. More like whenever he's moved by the crowing spirit, which is all the damn time.
The Chicken Mistress did all of this with no expectation of any return on her labors in the near future. The Chicken Mistress (who is a novice Chicken Mistress and therefore does not know jack shit about chickens) was assured by The Chicken Gurus that chickens need lots of sunlight before they begin laying eggs, and so no eggs were expected until spring.
So imagine The Chicken Mistress's surprise when she went into the coop to check the water supply last night and damn near stepped on these:
Well, slap my ass and call me The Chicken Mistress. Them's EGGS.
P.S. The Chicken Mistress and her Chief Consort ate the eggs this morning and pronounced them good.