I knew it. I knew they were hiding their eggs somewhere! They always do it. Our chickens don’t lay in their nestboxes, as other, politer hens do. No, they think it’s hilarious to send us on an Easter egg hunt every day. Also, they want to keep their eggs so they can hatch them. Understandable, but now is not the time, girls. Honestly, it’s October.
They lay somewhere, we find the eggs and take them. After a few days, they cotton on and find another spot to lay. We find the spot, take the eggs, they move on again, etc. Sometimes they find a spot so good that we don’t find the eggs for several days. Once, Zita hid her eggs and herself so well that we thought she had disappeared. Until three weeks later, she came out with a small clutch of little yellow chicks in tow.
Very clever, Zita, very clever. But we know all the good spots by now, so that one won’t work again. Except when new spots are created, like when new hay is brought in. I have to cut the bale loose to pull out hay for the rabbits. The hens dig and scratch a hole somewhere in the loose bale and make a nest. The better the spot, the more chickens go to lay there. So when I hardly find any eggs for a few day, I know they have a new secret spot.
Today, I practically crawled into the bale of hey and finally found the hidden nest. Almost two full boxes of eggs were in it! Fortunately they were cool, so no one had started brooding yet. So these are going home with me to become omelets!
Although Stav seems to think they are staying here… They aren’t cat eggs, are they??