Pardon my laughter, but now I dont feel so bad. I suspected 2 summers ago I had a yard nest when egg production dropped off. I checked every area I had found one before and what I thought would make a good place. Everytime I heard a hen squawking I ran outside to find that hen. This went on for 3 weeks till one day I was outside in the right place right time. I saw she was near a bucket tilted over that was a third full of rusty bent nails that I had from reclaiming lumber. I knew there was no way chickens would lay on those nails. 31 or 32 eggs later proved me wrong. Well you beat me, thankfully! Your the winner! The chickens showed up both of us.