|Chickens don't stand still for photos|
The other day, I was walking Jack and our neighbor passed me while driving his kids to school. "There's something I want to show you," he said, "something funny about the chickens."
This morning he met me in my front yard and told the story. Rosa, our housekeeper, had come over one day last week to knock on his door. "The chicken is out!" she said. He came over to shoo it back over the fence, but then took a look around.
Why was the chicken coming over to our yard so much?
Here's the answer. She's nesting in our front planter.
We have our own nest. There are five eggs there this morning.
Should I harvest them now or wait for an even half-dozen?