Heard a whole bunch of loud coming from the beaks of my flock just before Noon. Against the better judgment of my chicken therapist who says to learn to ignore them (and thus save myself the stress of freaking out over every squawk), I went out to check them. Opened the coop door; there were Mabel and Goldie hanging out in their nesting boxes. Thirty minutes later, I found eggs in each bin! Yay, Goldie! You’re finally earning your scratch, too.
Soon there will be eggs for all!