Last year, a pair of finches built a nest on my front porch, laid a clutch of 5 eggs, raised them and chased them off. Six months ago, they recycled the same nest and laid 5 more eggs, raised 4 of the babies (they kicked one out ... it looked sickly), then flew off. A smaller finch, which I believe to be one of the youngsters from the last brood, has returned, laid 4 eggs, and is brooding them now.
My DH took a picture of the egg-filled nest with his cell phone, took it out in the back yard, popped up the picture and held his cell phone out at the chickens and said, "See that? Why can't you do that? Huh? Everybody else is layin' eggs around here, why can't you?" He's a very silly man with a bizarre sense of humor.
But apparently I'm the crazy one for talking to the chickens...