Last night I met a fellow chicken keeper at a knitting group and asked for her thoughts on Cleo’s egg laying madness. Her theory is that after she laid her very big egg, her body got a little out of balance (she ran out of shell?) so the next egg was malformed… no shell. She thinks Cleo got a taste of the yolk and liked it enough to smash the next egg she laid to get some more. She suggested trying to collect her next egg right after she lays it to help her break the habit, so I worked from home today to keep an eye on Cleo in general, and to do this if possible, in case she was right. Unfortunately, I think I checked on them too much and made them all hyped up every time I came outside. I’m sure they were expecting treats, or wondering if I was going to put them in their coop all day long. So no eggs at all today. Blurg!!!