Last fall Caleb named our chickens by breed. Our barred rock is now affectionately called "Who are you Soup?" I'm not sure where the name came from, maybe from when I was threatening to stew the chickens, but it stuck.
Well, "Who are you Soup?" has earned herself out of the stew pot. We found her nest a couple weeks ago, and she continues to lay eggs in our wagon full of construction garbage. She was even in there Saturday when I went to get a few bags to set out for the trash man, and yes, that is fresh snow in the wagon. (By the way, the trash company is called Country Trash, which I find kind of funny.)
So now a question arises. How long will "Who are you Soup?" continue to lay eggs in the wagon? She has established a great nest, but it is not one we were hoping to keep around. We haven't found the nest spot of "Henny Penny" or "Mr. Vanhowelingen" yet, if there is one. So our little barred rock is our only supplier of eggs.
Maybe we'll get a proper chicken coop built one of these days.