As the days get longer, egg production is almost back at full capacity. Goofy Lydia eschews the row of nest boxes, and hollows out a crater-like nest in the litter. From what I've read, chickens tend to lay one egg every 26 hours, meaning that egg-time shifts from day to day.
Yesterday, the entire flock decided they needed to be in the henhouse at the same time. When Robb built the coop, he gave the birds plenty of nest-boxes. But for some reason, only one of them is popular with our birds.
While Lydia nestled meekly in her scooped-out depression, Harriet and Anne Elliot clambered all over each other in one of the nest boxes. I'd move one of them over to an empty space, and they'd indignantly march back into the Only Acceptable Box. It's pretty amusing to see two gigantic hens crammed into such a small space.
Isabella (the white bird) seems on the verge of laying. She had to get in on the action too.
Poor little Lydia hunkered down while everyone else strutted and fussed. (She's behind Harriet's ample booty, in the corner of the henhouse.) An when she finally popped out her egg, she spent the next half hour loudly announcing that fact to the entire neighborhood.
" OOOOOOOOOH-MY-GAWD-I-LAID-AN-EHHHHHHHGGGGGGGG ! ! ! ! "
Our hens are goofballs.