"Move over," one of the Secret Sisters said.
"I was here first," another hen replied.
"Na-uh," I heard.
A series of clucks in varying degree of irritation erupted.
"Can you speed it up, my egg is killing me!" the intruder exclaimed.
"I can not rush perfection," the hen replied.
"My eggs are much larger," intruding hen said.
"Na-uh," was the response.
It went on like this for sometime, until I finally came upon them in their preferred hen laying box. You give a bunch of chickens a lovely array of nesting boxes and they prefer to squish into one.
By the time I left, they were still at it.
"Good Lord! I hope there isn't a fire today or you will be fried," said the intruder.
"How crass," said the laying hen. "Go lay somewhere else-you are disturbing by peace and it will effect the taste of my egg."
I swear I could hear the eye roll.
