The feeling of relief I had today, yes they do. My girls have me trained. I have 4 new layers who started up in the past week and a half, Clover and the 3 Holly girls, *Bunny, Lola, and Granny*. So far they are consistent in where they choose to lay and have yet to make me play 'find the Easter egg" like Henrietta and Daisy would sometimes do if something disturbed their preferred egg laying spot. Today's snow threw them for a loop as they would have to venture out into it to reach their nest boxes. They were having none of it and raising a ruckus. So I did the only reasonable thing to do. Bundled up, and carried each hen to her spot so she could lay her egg. Clover who is generally hands off even came up and hopped up on the chair between the stalls and waited her turn to be carried. I got to thinking, would they get this kind of pampering with someone else? I think it might be better if he does get hatching eggs and raise his own chicks. I have spent countless hours with these chickens since they hatched. I know all their quirks, they are spoiled, know their names, and expect certain treats at specific times of the day and I oblige them happily. Now the odd boy Crybaby will have to go, and sadly, it looks like it wont be a happy ending. But if I have to do it, it will be quick, and he will have lived a good life until the end, and buried. He really crossed the line today attacking Bumblebee, and got aggressive trying to breed momma hen who wanted nothing of it until Drummie gave him a sound whipping. It bother's me more then I care to admit to even think of doing this, but, it must be done and eating him is out of the question. Its not because my family does not like to eat chicken, its simply because none of us like dark meat, or prefer chicken on the bone, so we all agree eating any of them would be a waste.

