This one hen escaped from her coop some months ago and has been running willy nilly around the farm. For the past few weeks, she’s been laying in the barn somewhere, but sleeping outside on the manure wagon. Last night, she decided to go ahead and sleep in the barn, too.
Did I ever tell you that chickens can’t really see in the dark? They’re fairly helpless. And we milk long before dawn.
This poor little hen spent the first 45 minutes of her morning circling the main floor, clucking in angst. Finally, she spied the remains of a bale of hay and, with relief, made herself a cozy nest.
And that’s just where I found her egg tonight.