I went to the coop to give the girls a treat this morning. When I opened the door they were all there waiting for me. I sprinkled some corn on the ground in the side with a dirt floor and while they were eating I checked the nest boxes. No egg, but one of the golf balls was warm. I must have interupted Omlet while she was getting ready to lay. I waited a few minutes and sure enough, Omlet went into one of the nesting boxes. She was so cute. She settled down, looked at the golf ball, and then very carefully with her beak she pushed the golf ball under her. She fussed with the bedding. She Bawked contentedly. I had made up my mind to stay and watch her lay her egg. The other pullets walked on the board in front of the nest box, sat on top of the nest box peeking over the edge, and generally were trying to be supportive. Then, from outside the coop I heard my DH saying, "I'm going out to breakfast with Harry. Could you come get me a clean shirt." You see, my DH has not gotten a shirt out of the closet for himself for 47 years now. I'm sure his mother didn't do this for him, but........I guess he is just too spoiled now and it is all my fault. I went down to the house to grab him a shirt and went back up to the coop to find Omlet standing over the golf ball and her egg. She rolled her egg up against the golf ball with her beak and then settled down again. I missed it!