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We have a second layer - Susan picked up Shakespeare's slack... almost, we're not quite up to one egg a day yet. And our third potential layer is Buffy. Two days in a row she's sequestered herself, muttering angrily, and when I pick her up, she lets me hold her for a bit, then when I let her go...

Someone picked up Shakespeare's slack. A bit. We had another egg. We think it was Susan, because she tolerated Noah's advances. Buffy tried to get in the people house to avoid him, and Dottie scared him away.

Boo. Our only one laying on the regular got eaten by either a hawk or a dog. Not sure which. We just found the body. Alas poor Shakespeare. He hath cross-ed the road. Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player That struts and clucks her hour upon the stage And then is heard no more: it is a...

First egg in the coop. Not sure which girl, but we left them in a few extra hours, and lo and behold. Five months to the day after they were hatched. Plus, Our unexpected roo found his voice yesterday.