The hens were making such a racket yesterday that I rushed out to the coop to see what disaster might have befallen them. Fortunately, it was only a mini-disaster: as in greed = gridlock.
It all started with Coco and Lucy. Coco had the “preferred” nesting spot. Now, mind you, they have an entire nesting counter upon which to lay their eggs, but for unknown reasons, the right-hand corner is currently considered to be prime real estate. And, as you know, it’s all about location, location, location. Coco had commandeered the top spot and was not budging.
Apparently, the concept of sharing the throne was not an option. Both hens were cackling and carrying on about who had rightful claim. And no one was backing down, unless you count this:
And then Pippa got into the act. Each of the hens has her own “voice” and little Pippa’s may be the loudest. Think of a band saw. I always thought hens were quiet and only roosters made noise, but I have learned otherwise. Laying eggs can be serious and loud business, especially when there are disputes over property rights.
Surely someone would just lay an egg and move on, right? But instead, the fracas escalated. Mama Hope decided to weigh in!
Did I tell you that Hope is laying again? Bless her heart, she’s raised five kids and gone through two molts, but here she is making breakfast for us again. At this point, it was so loud I worried the neighbors might complain, so I scurried over to our closest neighbors with some fresh eggs and an apology. Lucky for us they were blissfully unaware of the rumble going on next door.
I finally just had to get away from the noise for awhile. When I came back, things weren’t quite as loud, but three was still a crowd:
I don’t know who claimed the throne in the end, but later in the day we were certainly living like royalty with five freshly-laid eggs.
But wait, you say, don’t you have six hens? Affirmative. Princess Luna is apparently still too important to be bothered with anything as plebian as egg-laying.