I should rename Opal Goldilocks.
It’s time to lay an egg. Goldilocks tried out the bears’ beds; Opal checks out each nesting box and loudly proclaims her opinion about each.
“This one,” she says, “is too sunny.”
“I can’t lay an egg here, this nest is too big.”
“This box has a hen already in it!”
“Ah, this one is just right.”