The nests were buzzing today, as the hens are enthusiastically preparing nests and laying eggs as if spring is already here. Among the activities of barred Rock Diana making a quiet nest, Easter-egger Mako jamming herself into a box with red sexlink Sora, and She Who the partridge Rock singing a hilarious egg song the likes of which I had never heard from her before, there was little Rosie, the teeny-tiny bantam Sebright hen, noisily talking about an egg to come and shifting about in the nests of the upper row in the nest boxes.
Having worked what she believed to be the perfect nest into her chosen nest box, she went to work on laying her egg. She chattered and struggled and carried on, all the while beneath her Mako had squeezed back out of the box with Sora and was now making all sorts of distressed noises because, by golly, Sora had stolen her nest box! At last, Rosie's egg plopped onto the straw beneath her, and she took a moment to recover before moving on. That's when things got strange.
In a raging ball of golden-laced feathers, Rosie furiously flew out of the nest box and down to the lower row, where she promptly beat the tar out of Mako. As Mako made a quiet retreat, Rosie returned to the top row of nests, eyed her egg for a moment, and then...
...She crowed. And crowed and crowed and crowed.
Maybe she's forgotten the egg song since she last laid an egg.
(Don't mind the terrible quality of the picture. All I had on me was my cell phone, and it doesn't take video.
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Having worked what she believed to be the perfect nest into her chosen nest box, she went to work on laying her egg. She chattered and struggled and carried on, all the while beneath her Mako had squeezed back out of the box with Sora and was now making all sorts of distressed noises because, by golly, Sora had stolen her nest box! At last, Rosie's egg plopped onto the straw beneath her, and she took a moment to recover before moving on. That's when things got strange.
In a raging ball of golden-laced feathers, Rosie furiously flew out of the nest box and down to the lower row, where she promptly beat the tar out of Mako. As Mako made a quiet retreat, Rosie returned to the top row of nests, eyed her egg for a moment, and then...
...She crowed. And crowed and crowed and crowed.

Maybe she's forgotten the egg song since she last laid an egg.

(Don't mind the terrible quality of the picture. All I had on me was my cell phone, and it doesn't take video.
