Found them.
And then found this malcontent in her new hiding spot. Do you see her? Look closer....
Chickens. I see you, Missy! Now give me that egg!
Happy Friday everyone! Did you find your eggs?
Here in The Good Land I made my place beside the still waters. I became a tiller of the soil, a keeper of the flocks, and a hater of pigs.
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We handle hay in blocks of 56 bales which are picked up by a large squeeze clamp mounted on a very large forklift.
I stabbed the forks into the stack to pull out a block and a frantic chicken squirted out...
I found the nest.
The chicken fared better than the eggs.
We don't have a 'proper' hen house so our girls lay eggs all over the place. It is an ongoing game between the hens and us as to where they are going to lay their next egg stash!
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