The B word

It finally happened.  After 5 years of raising chickens one of our hens (Buffy because she is a Buff Orpington) is broody. I would use another B word for her but I don’t use curse words so we’ll just have to do with broody.  Not kidding but she growls at us among other things, is hogging up the hens favorite nesting box, hissing and puffing up her feathers.   I decided to let her sit on some eggs so I told the girls to mark a days worth of eggs with crayons and let her do her thing.  Every day the girls will remove the eggs that are not marked and we let Buffy continue on her mission.

Not sure why but most of my hens like the one box she has taken up residence in so they will lose their patience waiting for her to move and will just squat on top of her and lay their eggs right on top of her which roll down and end up under her.

You see that look on her face, this is the don’t mess with me right now look.  She is usually the happiest, go luckiest girl in the coop but right now she could use an iced chai latte and a nice dirt bath.  She has now been sitting in her spot for 20 days and no sign of her moving anytime soon.  Since our chickens eggs are fertile because they have a demanding rooster in the coop, we are just waiting to see.

I think I am over my bloggers slump now so I hope to be back tomorrow with chick news or to share the tons of projects we have gotten done around here.


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