One more egg today in the nesting box, laid sometime between about 8 a.m. and noon. This makes four in the fridge now, and when you look at them in the carton, you can put them in order of production just by arranging them by size.

If Mildred holds to her pattern, she won't lay tomorrow and will produce on Monday and Tuesday - two days of work, one day off. Nice job if you can get it. I don't know if this will last the winter, or if her laying will pick up as she gets used to this egg production thing. I'm surprised she's laying as much as she has since the high temperatures here have only been in the mid-twenties for the better part of a week now.

Last night when I went to lock the chooks up, Bob was waiting in the coop but Mildred was AWOL. I found her in another part of the barn with the goats, and she had some blood staining the feathers on part of her neck. This means one of three things happened:

1) She sustained the wound exploring a part of the barn she probably shouldn't have been in,

2) She was accidentally trod upon by one of the goats, or,

3) Bob was trying to mate with her and things got a little rough.

If I were a betting man, I'd put money on option 3. The times I've seen Bob try to practice the delicate art of fertilization, I decided that he and Mildred were like newlywed humans - they knew the basic mechanics of what should be happening, but were inexperienced in making their efforts effective.

Me, blogging about chicken sex. Who would have thought?