We have a white Leghorn hen who flies out of the coop every morning, walks to the front of the house, climbs up into the flowerbed by our front door, and lays her egg. Below, she has arrived from the backyard coop. Next, she jumps up into the flowerbed to the place she has chosen. She then crawls partway under the leaves of the irises to her slightly hidden spot. She fluffs the small pile of hay that I put there for her after we had discovered that this is where she is laying her eggs. I figured if she is going to lay eggs there, she might as well have a decent nest. She nestles down into a comfortable position. A while later, she leaves, and there is her egg in the nest. She returns to the coop and flies back in. We would have never known this was going on, except that there were not very many eggs in the coop, and I suspected that eggs were being laid elsewhere. I had been on the lookout for eggs for some time. Then, the other day, Paul spotted three eggs in this flowerbed nest. Aha!...