My sweet hens were laying so well at the tail end of winter. Every girl came through with a fresh egg come snow or sunshine. Once we entered a thaw, enough that the ladies could take a stroll around the property again, the eggs stopped. Or so I thought.
I was perfectly fine with the interruption. Why shouldn't the girls have a spring break of their own?
We spent our period of eggus interruptus tending to our garden plots. I'd till and the ladies would nibble at critters and weeds alike.