It was but 40 degrees outside, but the sun was shining. And a few residents were bathing in its welcome warmth.
But that’s not what really got me to get the camera out. I was hanging laundry when I heard an angry hen.
Li’l Hen was pacing the outside of the coop. Sure enough, there was a line forming.
Li’l Hen had already laid hers, now it was Silvia’s time.
And Speckles was waiting, impatiently I might add, for her turn. So I went in, put my feet up, unpaused Downton Abbey, took a bite of my stale clearance cookie and a sip of tea. It was then I heard the “I laid an egg!” cackle of Silvia. Trust me, it is a loud, unmistakable cackle announcing to the world that a new egg is warm and tasty in a now unprotected nest.
So, knowing what I would find, I took the camera out to find…