by Scott Smith
The ladies are cranking. We have had a dozen or more eggs three times this week. Judging from the weak or mangled shells, I’d say we have at least four more birds laying. These new birds like to drop their eggs wherever they may be at the moment. I found them on some rocks, between tires in the barn, on top of the playpen (a structure that’s up to my usual construction quality that is turned on its side and a ladder put upon when used as a roost, and when sitting properly — playpen style — isolates birds), and the duck house. Robinson thinks they’re walking around, doing their thing when suddenly an egg drops out of them.