This morning I couldn't find my silly black runner. I am looking all over the garage as I am collecting eggs from the pen and feeding the ducks and giving them more water. I was out there about ten minutes looking for her. Finally I heard a little quack and saw the half filled bag of pine shavings move. I opened the bag and there she was as content as could be, she had made her self a nice deep pine shaving bed. I guess she was trying to get a little bit of quiet away from the rest of the flock... or perhaps trying to go broody... maybe.