Yesterday, I got one dozen eggs, all intact. I was quite happy. Not sure which of the changes made the most difference, but I followed the same routine today. One egg eaten, which was disappointing. We will see how it goes tomorrow.
Egg production is down, even counting the empty shells. I wonder if the older and wiser chickens are finding new places to lay their eggs so that they cannot be picked at.
I found a new nest - behind the air conditioner of all places. I saw the hen sitting back there. Ricky Ricardo cackles when a chicken lays an egg. Are roosters supposed to do that? I thought it was the hen who did the bragging. Anyway, I saw him by the air conditioner cackling to beat the band, and lo and behold, there was an egg. It was a brown egg, which is unusual. It is usually the Campines who hide their eggs. But these are dangerous times.
I wonder when and where I will find all of the eggs that are being hidden. Sigh . . .