My chicken Feisty is engaged in yet another futile quest for maternity. This is her second “broody” period; she sits in the coop all day, stubbornly warming the unfertilized eggs beneath her. Taking them out makes no difference. There will always be another one, and darn it, she’s a chicken with a mission.
She’d done the same thing last winter, except back then, she’d stalked over the snow and ensconced herself against the hay bales surrounding the bee hive. She’d remained there for about two weeks, sitting on eggs that cracked open with the cold. Not even jagged eggshells and rapidly freezing yoke could deter her.
That is, she was undeterred until one day when she suddenly decided she’d had enough. She stood up, shook herself off, and took one last look at her sad little pile of unhatched eggs. Then she ate them.
That was how I learned my first piece of chicken wisdom: If you can’t hatch your eggs, eat them.
Now that she’s on Broody Session Two, she’s provided another bit of avian insight. This time, she’s somehow recruited the other five chickens to help her in her quest. Although there are five other perfectly nice and open roosting spots in the coop, they squeeze in behind her and lay their eggs in the same roost.
Hence my second piece of avian wisdom: Chickens who lay together stay together.