It is off topic, but I feel compelled... Ms. Tweedy, one of our oldest and meanest chickens, died last night. She's been in bad health (crappy looking feathers, bad posture, droopy personality) for weeks now, so it came as no surprise. And she is/was almost 3 years old, which is, ahem, no spring chicken. But it is still sad. For a while she was our best egg layer. She was mean from the start, remarkably homely, and had a penchant for biting fingers, but was fair to her fellow hens and was never loud or obnoxious. We'll miss her.
Cooper loves to carry a single egg - he prefers brown eggs - from the nest boxes to the fridge and then pick which hole in the egg carton it belongs in. This is a very zen question, as it turns out. Near other eggs, or all alone? Next to one the same color, or a different color? Diagonally from the other eggs, or directly adjacent? Cooper seems to really need to think deeply about this. Sometimes I can hear him murmuring softly as he contemplates which spot the egg should reside in "no... egg... brown... no... yeah. dat hole."
It takes him long enough that now I take the 18 hole carton out, place it on the kitchen floor, and just leave him alone to make this apparently heavy decision. Then he tries to put it back (which courts disaster) and I have to help him lift it and get it back onto the shelf. Overall, it seems to be something he really enjoys, and for whatever reason, something that requires a lot of careful thinking.
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