Buff the wayward chicken has gone broody (much to my delight). She likes to puff up like a turkey when anyone gets near her or the clutch of eggs she’s sitting on. I really ought to place some golf balls in there when I steal her eggs… Maybe that would fool her.
Anyway… This means I have approximately 30 days of peace and quite. 30 days of not having to chase her back into the chicken yard… 30 days of not having to hunt down her eggs in the brush because she has refused to lay in the Eglu yet again… All I can say is that chicken has been the “problem child” since day one. Ya know… you think you raise ’em all the same… but there’s always one that just has a will of their own…
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Tina says
Love the new home 🙂