Every morning my routine is the same. I get home from the workout of the day between 6:45 and 7:15. I usually clean the poop out of the hen house so when my hens lay eggs they are clean. I had just finished breaking Pepe of brooding by sending her to a neighbors coop to sit on some eggs so I was used to having a hen in the laying box while I do my morning chores. This morning though, it was Frizzle in the box, not Pepe. I went ahead and started scooping poop. Frizzle got nervous, hopped out of the box and waddled out into coop. I was still scooping when Frizzle poked her head back into the hen house. She looked at me with urgency then to the laying box then back at me. She let out a little cluck saying, "Are you almost done? I can't wait!" I of course thought she was kidding. She is my oldest hen... almost four years old, but I thought of course she can hold her egg in. Frizzle looked outside then back inside. She made her way closer to the laying box and while standing between the door and the lay box let out a cluck and laid her egg. She let out another "I told you so!" cluck and stepped outside into the coop. The egg was still wet with the antibiotic fluid. I guess she showed me!