Way back When, in childhood, our grandparent's neighbors had a
half dozen or so chickens/hens [I don't remember any roosters] in
a lean-to coup attached to their garage with a fenced-in run/yard
of about 12x16 on the back of that. The chickens just loved it when
we kids would toss our watermelon rinds over the fence to them in
the summertime - those rinds didn't last very long.
Our first experience with chickens was when we were even younger
and an older neighbor, of ours [He was a really neat old guy], kept
some in a coup next to his garden. He'd let us little kids help him
when he was putting out their feed and replenishing the water dispenser
and such. One day, my sister decided to help him out and gather up
all of the eggs for him. She proudly presented him the small basket
full of eggs, when she was done, but was greeted by him bursting out
with laughter! She had gathered up each and every glass egg that he
had put in the nests to give the hens 'the hint' that they were to lay
more eggs! He had already gathered up the real eggs. Once he stopped
laughing, he explained to us what the eggs were made of and why he
put them in the nesting/laying boxes, and then let us help him put
them back where they needed to be.
Cheers,
Norm/mezmo