Not Fighting It

I’d much prefer that all the hens lay their eggs in the nesting boxes, where they’re supposed to.  But I have some who insist on having it their way.  One lays an egg behind my tractor seat just about every day.  Several, like the one in the picture, prefer a nest they’ve made in the equipment shed, behind the onions.

I used to break up these rouge nests to try to make the the rebel hens lay in the henhouse.  But lately I’m just letting them have their renegade nests.  As long as I know where they are, it’s not much trouble for me to gather the eggs there too.

I reckon we can tolerate a little chicken nonconformity here.

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