Sometimes tending the chickens gets to be mundane. Give them food, give them water, collect the eggs, shoo them out of the flower gardens, let them out in the morning, close them up at night. Some days, however, there are fun little surprises for us. The other day, P and I were out in the yard and stopped by the chicken barn on our way back to the house. There were eggs in the nests and we gathered them in P's hat. There was one egg that was much smaller than the rest.
Another day we went in the barn and saw three hens sitting in the same nest. There were a couple of empty nests but for some reason they all wanted to be in that one.
I am easily amused.