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Feelin’ broody

In the late 80s, there was a hair styling product called Mudd.

This hen saved her money and went with the Mud with one D.  Her hair is nearly dreaded.

Well, I’ve got another broody hen.  A bit late, but that’s ok.  I’ve had November chicks before.  Two Silkie hens failed to brood this year (psst, I think they’re defective), but this is a proven mom. Tomorrow I’ll have to box her.

I wonder if this is the lady who lunches.  I suspect it is, because both moms are usually front and center in the GH come feeding time.

*Yep, it’s the one who leaves her eggs to eat.  The eggs were abandoned this morning at breakfast time, but I felt them- still hot.  Except for the risk of not getting back on the right eggs, this makes sense.  At the end of a brood, she won’t be starving and depleted.  And cranky.  Especially if she’s running her heater in the early winter.

More chicks on the way!

The white hen is setting on her second batch! (Actually, she’s due now any day-time flies).

As soon as her two chicks from the first batch were deemed by her old enough to be on their own, she started slinking back into the coop for some “me” time, and laying another clutch.

Five eggs this time, a nice reasonable number.  The brown hen has not been laying, so there are no eggs to steal.  Brown hen is far too busy with six little peepers scampering around her.  She gets no me time.

Her teenage chicks from the first batch are extremely put out, now that she’s setting.

They are no longer allowed to crawl under her at night.  She does her head-down growling thing and slams her wings shut, pressing them to the straw.   No admittance.

We’re just gonna sit on your head then, mom! (Mohawks on full display)

Due date dubious

Zen hen knows nothing at all about missing eggs.
Zen hen knows nothing at all about missing eggs.

A few days ago the white broody got really deep into it, no longer leaving the coop in the morning, and assuming a very deep meditative state.  I gave her a bento box and water, and she snacks on it, but at this stage she must must get very serious about her mission.

The cardboard has worked – no more egg thieving.  Her due date has come and gone, and I expect the worst, that she’s lost them all for being too ambitious.  Yet, I hope for some hatching.

I’m waiting for her head to come up, I remember it from last year.  When she starts looking awake, it will be because there’s something going on beneath her.