Egg, egg, who's got the egg?

Update; Albert was recently spotted loitering in the lanai/Florida room/screened backporch room thing.  Timora was nowhere in sight.

A little later, I went out and found a little egg on the second shelf of the Tiki bar, between the Corona coasters and drink stirrers shaped like umbrellas.  

Okay, in case I haven't mentioned it, these hens all have nests, wonderful ones filled with fresh shavings or straw, tucked conveniently all over.  They never use them.  They find a place as close to the chicken-food-giver-people as possible and leave the offering.  Sweet...