You have heard me railing about the dearth of eggs lately. There are a lot of reasons - it's hot, a critter was stealing them and eating them, and they lay them wherever they want. I found 13 of them in a flower bed. They spend a lot of time in two little copses south of the house, and if I were willing to tramp through the underbrush, I'm pretty sure I would find some in both of them. However, the thing that blows me away is that sometimes I find them on the ground - a single egg under the bird feeder, an egg in the grass ten feet from the door to the Moop, an egg in the lawn between the house and the Moop. What is this? I've never heard of such a thing.
I thought maybe I was doing something wrong, wrong material in their nests, Moop not clean enough, letting them out too early or too late.
Here is what another farmer has to say about her Campines.
"Our [Campines]: one hen free ranges even to lay eggs -- never in a standard nesting area. Our cock refused to be confined when we tried to initate a breeding program. Some have been "friendly" enough to eat out of a hand or be a garden companion. Our favorites among the white egg layers."
So you notice that this other "crazy" person says that these are her favorites, don't you? They really do get under one's skin, and firmly in one's heart. Otherwise they would be firmly in one's frying pan!