I have lately begun to find my breakfast in the oddest of places. Under the deck, behind the toolshed, beside the back steps, and one time inside a flower pot. Consequently the girls have been grounded -- on lockdown until they can demonstrate knowledge of the difference between a true nest and a random pile of dried leaves on the ground. They don't care much for confinement, but in just a few days they'll regain their freedom. That is, until the day they fail the Nest Test again. Repeat offenders beware!
We got a nice clutch of five eggs today, all laid in the correct spot: