A few weeks ago our chickens started laying their eggs in wilds places – our neighbors pasture weeds, under the pine tree, under our deck – every day we got to have our own little Easter egg hunt because the heat had become unbearable in their coop. One of their nests under the deck is hard to reach and I wasn’t able to get one the other day. The next morning I came out to find that the hens had pushed the egg out for me.
At least my birds love me!
My Mind: Or is this their way of giving you a bird?