Friday: three eggs. Again, one a little smaller and paler than the others. All in the same nesting box, the one favored by the young pullets (guess I should about stop calling them chicks now) as sleeping quarters.

Satruday: Two eggs. Ended the week with a total of 11 eggs, way up from 5 last week. Worked some on turning the manure pile and moving some manure to where Henry's garden will be. The pile was steaming yesterday - turning into a hotbed of methane production, I guess. Between Henry and another friend who is a brilliant landscaper and green thumb, I think we'll have the manure taken care of. For this round, anyway. Also was able to deduce which hen was the third layer in the bunch and tagged her leg. I think I got the right one.

Today: Went out before church to let the chooks out and found two hens sitting in the nest box, with a third standing by, waiting impatiently to get her turn. After church I found three eggs. I also caught examined Jean-Bob, and I think the case is growing for calling it he/him. There's two little buds on his leg that I think are going to become spurs. Along with the redder color in the comb and wattles, along with the fact that both of those are bigger, it is definitely a he.

In other observations, today it's been raining, yet three of the Reds are out combing the yard, looking for worms, no doubt. Guess they haven't heard the expression "Mad as a wet hen."