Saturday, June 10, 2017
This wouldn't be such a big deal if I wanted baby chicks, but I don't. Without a rooster, her eggs aren't fertilized anyway. And actually, she's not even sitting on any eggs.
Apparently birds just do this sometimes. I did some reading about it on Friday, and there were many recommendations on how to break her of it. Right now I'm going with removal of the nesting box, lots more light and air, and a few frozen,
water-filled plastic Easter eggs tucked under her.
Amazing how many common phrases come from chickens: pecking order, rule the roost, hen party, nest egg, madder than a wet hen, scarce as hen's teeth, henpecked, flew the coop, up with the chickens, walking on eggshells, spring chicken, ruffled feathers, got something stuck in your craw, bad egg, chickens coming home to roost.
And then, in my yard, what comes as a threat: earn your keep, or there will be a chicken in every pot.
Labels: chickens, urban farm
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That's funny that you mention madder than a wet hen. I was talking to my husband about that the other day, because we just had a rainstorm come through, and our 14 hens were running around getting soaked, happy as could be.
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