If there's one thing chickens love to do, it's to find a dark and quiet little hidey-hole to lay their eggs.
Some people get around this tendency by keeping chickens locked in their coop until noon or so, to force the hens to lay in their laying boxes. Not us. We release the birds at dawn and let the chips (eggs?) fall where they may.
So it's always a treasure hunt to find the eggs, especially in a barn full of hay bales. And let me tell you, chickens love hay bales.
Hay bales are like chicken condos.
So it's no surprise that a lot of eggs end up hidden in the barn. The other day, for example, I noticed suspicious activity in this surprisingly narrow (four inches or so) crack.
I mean, we're talking narrow. Getting in would be a breeze, but backing out? It must ruffle their feathers backwards the whole way.
Regardless, this was clearly a favored laying spot.
I didn't realize just how favored until I started pulling out the eggs. Twenty-three. Impressive.
To the annoyance of this hen, I collected them all except for one, which I left behind as a "nest egg" to encourage the hens to keep using that spot.
It didn't work. Now they're laying somewhere else. Another treasure hunt in the making, tally ho!