I had the good fortune over the weekend to sit in the coop and watch our only layer, lay an egg. I found one aspect of it to very interesting. She got in the nest and settled in. She sat there for bit but then came back out. She walked around the coop picking up feathers and big pieces of the litter one at a time, turn her head to the right then to the left, dropping each item she picked up form left to right and so forth. It kind of reminded me of when someone would throw salt over their shoulder. I found it be wild, like it was some sort of superstitous prep for egg laying. After she laid the egg, she came back out and did the same thing. Then she sat on my lap and let me pet her for awhile, which was oh so sweet, before stepping out the door and yelling out to the world.