the girls haven't been using their nesting box, instead just making a nest in the straw on the floor of the coop (those weirdos). liz must have cleaned out the coop over the weekend while i was gone. anyhow, the girls must have been flustered since their floor-nest was gone with the clean out with not quite enough straw laid down to make a good nest (heaven forbid they hop back up to the perfect nesting box!)...chickens are really good at panic-ing. anyhow, i heard some ferocious squawking this morning...the kind the girls make when they are unhappy and uncomfortable when it comes to getting the eggs out. fierce and i went to investigate. they had nested themselves next to each other, by the fence, under the juniper bushes, in cozy little spots and they were ready to lay some eggs. fierce nosed them back to the coop and i assessed the coop situation to find out why they moved their operation, put more straw down and let them back to it. later there was some scuffling as two dogs and a chicken were fighting over a shell. turns out someone (gotta be big bird by the size and color of the shell) was still determined to lay her egg in the bushes...and then one of the mutts found it and made lunch of it. such drama around these parts. i locked the girls back in their pen (their very luxurious pen) and i hope they will get back in the coop-egg-laying habit.
just think how juicy these stories will be when i have a flock of 300 on my farm/yoga retreat center. see you all there!
and just to prove that all is not dog & chicken drama around here, this was the scene last week. which is also the same week in which l'il red found her way onto the kitchen sink for the first time. they are getting gutsy!
over and out (as my pa likes to say)
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