Poor Jack. He's been such a busy boy the past couple of days. The flock has been out to free range, so he's been wandering all over the yard. He'll be out front supervising the dust bath, (which happens to be in the front flower garden among my prize irises which have taken an incredible beating... thanks girls!) Then, someone will start singing the egg song out back. So he'll sprint around the house to supervise the goings on in the coop, all the time doing his exclamation of glee (not to be confused with his crowing). Then, it's back around the house to the dust bath again. He's a tired boy by bed time!