<p align="center"><i>A Guest Blog by Chicken Wrangler Sara</i></p>
I’m afraid we have a problem with inbreeding in our chicken flock.

This latest group of recently hatched chickens seems particularly dumb. They do not appear to know the function of the nest boxes.

I thought at first the <a href="http://wp.me/p1tg5L-TY" target="_blank">“hen in a hive” </a>was boycotting the nest boxes and laying her eggs in the abandoned beehive.

However, I am finding eggs in a variety of places. For example, on top of the nest boxes.

<a href="http://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/on-top-nest-boxes.png"><img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-3691" alt="on top nest boxes" src="http://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/on-top-nest-boxes.png?w=150" width="150" height="84" /></a>No problem.

Out in the yard. Again no problem.<a href="http://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/eggs-in-yard.png"><img class="alignright size-thumbnail wp-image-3692" alt="eggs in yard" src="http://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/eggs-in-yard.png?w=150" width="150" height="135" /></a>

However, when they lay their eggs under the quail cage in the quail coop there is a problem.

<a href="http://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/quail-rail.png"><img class="aligncenter size-medium wp-image-3693" alt="quail rail" src="http://judythewriter.files.wordpress.com/2013/10/quail-rail.png?w=300" width="300" height="275" /></a>

Eggs on the wood rail require some major contortions in order to collect.

The wood rail going across the coop is where the chickens roost (and poop) at night.  I try very hard not to let any part of me or my clothing touch this rail.  (<a href="http://wp.me/p1tg5L-T0" target="_blank">See previous post on “Fully dressed”</a>)

I can reach over the rail, arching my back as high as possible and stand on my tiptoes and hope I don’t lose my balance.

Or I can crouch low and reach under the rail. The latter method reminds me of a dance – the Limbo.

Collecting eggs these days I’ve decided Miller Farm has its own dance –
<p style="text-align:center;">the Chicken Coop Limbo.</p>