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Broody hen






This is the old chicken who wound the others up by her lack of moving from 'the in' spot for eggs to be laid. Refusing to move she went a little broody, only problem was the bales could not be moved with her sitting there. She had to be moved, have you ever moved a broody hen? Farmer J can wresttle a 100 kg sheep battle with a steer and try to move a 40 kg pig (they are solid and slippery and not cooperative at all) but when it came to a pecking shrieking hen straws were drawn- I won as I took the photos, gloves were worn, the ones reserved for brambles, roses and nettles.A swif hand action and eggs removed with chicken boxed up (put in a box not hit).

I placed her in the old puppy crate (ducklings are now out of it) along with her eggs but she was not happy. spending an afternoon not sitting on those eggs ( i took the opportunity to add six others that were found while moving hay). Thinking she has gone off egg sitting she was let out. Lots of chiken batter after she's refusing to go into the barn and hanging around the hanger, so eggs picked up and placed at the bottom of a hay bale, which is far safer for the chicks to hatch out than being high up on  bale of hay but chickens don't seem to think of matters like that. She is now back being broody sittting on her clutch of eggs. I am not holding my breath to see if they hatch out but we shall see in eighteen days or so.
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