I made some headway in the barn today, even though I took my time and tried to just enjoy this beautiful weather too. I moved our batch meat chicks into the big pens today and out of the brooder. They are loving the space. We have lost some this time around due to cold weather heating complications. I have never done birds in the winter before and I again. They are for the freezer but it feels awful to have them die because of the learning curve on my part.
After I cleaned out the nasty brooder box (meat chick poo is so much grosser than layer chick poo), I worked on setting up a kind of creep feeder inside the layer coop for our baby Buff Orpingtons and Black Copper Marans. At first, I had an old laundry basket in there for them to scoot into to get a private meal away from the big birds and have a refuge from them in case it got ugly during the introductions. I replaced it with a wooden box and wire lid though (no pics of it) because the basket didn't seem sturdy enough or big enough for them to fit comfortably inside.
So now for the really amazing part. I had been working inside the layer coop for about an hour, washing the waterer, raking out the corners under the roosting bars, and then watching the baby birds get adjusted to their new home...
...and then I happen to glance up at the roosting bars.
I do NOT know how it took me so long to see this since it was right there when I come in the door but I so still in awe of the talent one of my hens has going on. See, I have just been thinking this hen was a total dip because she almost daily climbs to the very top roosting bar and then lays an egg, which of course falls to the ground and breaks

Turns out, she was just working on developing her ability to lay an egg in such a way that it would fall to the second rung, land in a plopsy, and stick.
Yeah, I realize I might be a little too entertained by a chicken egg stuck to a poop.