One of mine is attempting Kathy's "do everything wrong" eggsperiment. She sat tight thru lockdown, then played "find the lady" and mixed in a bunch of fresh eggs, then moved the entire clutch about 12" forward, then buried them all in shavings and started a fresh clutch in her original spot. Except she gets off the nest to wander all puffed up around the yard clucking the imaginary ghost chicks she abandoned.
That stinker.