I didn't want to put any pressure on the hens, but where were the eggs?* I had taken to asking the head girl when this would happen (and no she could not come in the house to hang out with S).
On Friday morning we had a lovely surprise when we found this in a nesting box.
S seemed to think it was a tad on the small side but I reminded him that it was early days yet which I may have expressed along the lines of, "well you try and push something like that out your cloaca (not that he has one but you get the idea). I apologised to the BFH (big fat hen) and gave her some lovely grain.
*just to assure you that I will be blogging about the humans and not just poultry.