This morning while feeding I noticed one of our more adventuresome hens ensconced in one corner of the hay storage, where the boys had managed to munch through a bale or two before we put up a (classy) plywood barrier. Hubby was about to climb up to throw down some bales for me, and I asked him to check on Ms. Chicken.
Hubby delving into the hay cave.
Apparently, said chicken had found the best place ever to lay eggs, and had cleverly hidden nearly a dozen eggs in the hay cave!
Hubby escorts escape chicken back to the coop.
We had omelets for breakfast. :)