Free range

While I was busy packing a lunch to take on a garage-sale jaunt yesterday, Jeff went out to feed the chickens and check for eggs. I thought he was out there an awfully long time, and that things were awfully quiet (the ladies always have quite a bit to say when we pay them a visit). Now I know why:

Little gremlins. They were so engrossed with the fact that they got to be free range chickens that they didn't make hardly a peep. Until Jeff herded them back into their coop.

There was only one egg, so when we returned home, Jeff went out to see if there was more to be had...and interrupted Coco on the nest (at least I wasn't the privacy invader, this time). Poor chicken...she's totally going to develop a complex.