I keep the girls locked up in the morning, partly because I don’t feel like scouring all over for wayward eggs, partly to give them a break from the overzealous boys, Bernard in particular. But when I finally fling open the run door and let them free, they gleefully scatter.

We were just doing odds and ends around the yard and I had a stack of old lick tubs to take to the barn. I set my load down to open the barn door and heard some suspicious noises from inside, and this is what I found:

Brad had just brought a few tubs of grain down from up north. The girls didn’t waste any time! They had sneaked in the back door, which was just open a crack, and definitely looked a little guilty. Emphasis on “a little.”