Hermione took the day off yesterday, as did three other hens. You can’t have a ten-egg day every day; they’re only human!
So, she was at it bright and early this morning; behind the blue metal set of drawers would seem to be her new laying home. It’s perfect. No one else knows about it, it’s in the barn, it’s cramped, and it’s even comfy ever since the Chicken God put down an old bath mat.
Hermione’s Hideaway. It’s everything I can do not to make a sign.