The chickens have been making too much noise in the mornings.  I now let them out of their run as soon as I climb out of bed and have my first cup of piping hot coffee.

Today, as I was walking by The Robin, aka #1,  I see Esmeralda sitting under the sink beneath the hostas. I was afraid that she wasn’t feeling well.

About a half hour later I stopped back to check on my sweet Esmeralda but she was no longer under there.

the sink in front of #1 (The Robin)

I needn’t have worried. What I saw instead was too good not to write about.  Especially since I have been complaining about the girls being lazy

18 beautiful eggs

18 beautiful eggs

The little stinkers, I bet there are a few more nests under some trees here and there…