As my bruised little toes throb from yesterday’s award-winning stubbing session, I write this post in the hopes–prayers, really–that Mabel is a quiet little egg-layer today. The strategy? Load up the food and excitement in their run. Romaine hanging from a wire. Oats and flax seed and greens spread along the run, covered with a light layer of alfalfa hay. Banana chunks spread here and there. A small frozen corn-on-the-cob under one particularly large alfalfa covering–a prize for someone to discover in a few moments. Public radio blaring talk-talk-talk morning news from the garage.