We thought we had foiled the chickens’ attempts to lay eggs outside their box by clearing out the nest they had made and blocking the entrance to it, but Eleanor stubbornly refused to give up and made herself a new nest under the berry vines, where the tangle of thorns almost prevented us from finding it. All four hens have been lectured sternly and sent to bed. I have no idea what’s gotten into them. They’ve gone quite wild.
