But today, unfortunately, TWO of the girls were gearing up to lay an egg.
This means lots of anxious searching for THE perfect nest site, accompanied by top-of-the-lungs caterwauling. We've gone through this before, so I just try to wait it out, reassuring them from time to time that they are OK, and with repeated pleas to just lay the damned egg already.
So Poof searches and inspects the area behind one of the living room end tables...
Hmmmm....nice, but not quite perfect...how about in that pile of unfolded laundry?
Meanwhile, the other hen, Sugar, has become ominously quiet. When I go to find out where she has gotten to, I find her thus:
That's a bowl full of oranges I picked off the backyard tree yesterday, intended for Blood Orange jelly and marmalade today. I removed the egg (and the one in the laundry) later after it was properly worshipped and appreciated by all, an important part of the egg laying process.
I think this is quite possibly the cutest thing I've ever seen.