Today, Hotter accompanied me to Squatter Workshop and learned why I don't like to wait until night-time to check for eggs when he thrust his arm into the henhouse and encountered the entire MFA Flock (all four of them) roosting in there.
"GAHHHH, why are you all in there?!?" he yelled, feeling around. I asked if there was an egg (they're still molting) and he said "I don't know! All I can feel is legs! And they're WARM! It freaks me out that their feet are both warm and scaly! It's like a hot pot of lizards in there! Nothing but feets and claws and OH HELL NO IS THAT POOP?!?"
And that is why I like to check for eggs by daylight.