After an annoyingly long hiatus, Big Bertha- our chicken who has survived one raccoon and two opossum attacks- is back in business. We had given up on her and quit checking for eggs some time ago.
She disappeared from her pen yesterday and when I went in there to look over the fence, I noticed eight eggs in her nest. I'm not brave enough to have kept all of them. Instead, I picked out the two with the least amount of poop streaks (there I go again with writing about poop!) on them and put the rest in the compost bin.
I think that banty rooster from next door must've made Big Bertha feel like a natural woman again. Hence, the egg factory is back in production.