The chickens, or as Hunter used to call them (and Pat and I still do), the "chingies", have been hiding their eggs again. Hunter found an obscure nest near the basement hatch with 3 blue eggs in it. They had frozen, thawed, and then cracked, so we hucked them across the fence. Yesterday I found 1 lone solitary blue egg near my purple irises, also cracked, and also hucked.

I mean really girls, you live in the Taj Mahal of chicken coops complete with 3 quiet and comfortable nest boxes. Not only that, but you have your little cutie-pie nest under the roost ladder, too. So why you gotta lay your eggs out in the cold? With y'all molted and weird, we only get about 1 egg every 2 or 3 days anyway.