Every day it is a trial trying to find the eggs. I’m sure next time we mow we will hit some clutches. But for a grand investment of two American dollars, we acquired a big nesting box.
We’ve hung it in the garage, where the chickens tend to gather during the day. I even put some porcelain eggs in there for encouragement.
We had another weird sister sighting.
I still don’t know where she’s living.
In other news our little girls are pretty.