These here are my (or should say Dave's) farm boots. At least someone wears them occasionally. I thought that instead of standing all forlorn in the closet I would put them to use. They especially look good with my flannel pajamas (or my denim jumper as my sister Kristi says).
About two months ago our eight hens began laying around six to seven eggs a day. This began as usual as the daylight began to be a little longer. But the past two or three weeks we noticed that we were lucky to get one or two eggs every other day or so. It puzzled us as to why they suddenly stopped just when there was more daylight and they had been off to a good start. So today I find this poor little pathetic lonely egg in one of the nests. That is all for two days.
Before I entered the hen house I had heard a hen making all kinds of noise like she was laying an egg. But when I entered she was no where to be found. I noticed these two eggs laying on the floor by a bale of straw and knelt down to look at them. Just then the hen flew over my head and out the door. It startled me and I still didn't see where she came from until I stood up.
Here is the bale of straw. As I stood up I spied a few eggs behind it. Darn chickens. That is where they were hiding them. I pulled the bale out and whoa!