Frodo has gone full broody. This is the daily routine of me taking her out of the nestbox once a day for her enforced eat-drink-poop-activity break. First, she sits on the ground, puffy and still in a trance.
Then the cute, feisty little puffer fish begins to move and takes off at full speed out into the pen.
Then she scratches around wildly, still puffy, while the other chickens wonder what on earth has gotten into her, before having some food and water and promptly returning to her nest. Occasionally a dustbath is in order.
Frodo was waiting a while for some eggs to sit on. Well, some real eggs. The trouble with using a broody hen to hatch eggs is that you just have to run with whatever eggs you can get your hands on when she does go broody. 1,846 more words