So I've been lamenting the fact that my chickens haven't been laying any eggs. I kept counting and I was sure they ought to be laying about now. I told them they needed to be laying by the time our boy got back home. I kept peeking expectantly into the nesting boxes lined with fresh hay, but all I found was odd sticks and feathers and the occasional watermelon rind. I thought, "Why would those crazy chickens be packing things into their nesting boxes?" DH laughed at me and said, you've got a rodent shacking up with your chickens. So tonight he's going to set up his game camera and see if he can catch the offending tenant.
The neighbors were over yesterday evening to settle on hay we've had delivered and Cotton Picker and I went out to chore. Yesterday afternoon we had just under an inch of rain so we got to chore in the mud! WooHoo! I cannot tell you how desperate we are for rain. Praising God for every drop.
We walk into the chicken yard and I just happen to walk into a corner and what do I see?
I don't know if they all came from one hen or if they're all getting in on the action. So who's the guilty rascal who thinks it's fun to hide the eggs?
Is it you, Greta?
These two look like they're concocting a plan:
Personally, I think Carol's the instigator.
She's always got something up her sleeve...well, if she had sleeves.