the very stubborn chicken
Well, the ice didn’t work. I went out this morning, and that darn broody hen was sitting on a ziploc bag full of very warm water. So today she is spending the day in out in the pen. I put some food and water out there, sprinkled some scratch, tossed in a few grapes, and left instructions for the husband to take her some more treats this afternoon. I know she’s not been eating enough, everytime I lift her out of the box I feel her crop and it’s completely empty. She’s also missing a few chest feathers, and I want to put a stop to that right now. Apparently, when hens are setting, they pluck out the feathers to control the humidity because the eggs need a certain amount of moisture to hatch. I’ll keep you all updated :o)
I think we are on the last wave of daffodil blooms. One of my favorites appeared this week. These tiny little woodland daffodils belong in a fairy garden, don’t you think? I love the snowdrops too.
Thanks for all the birthday wishes and words of concern for my silly chicken, I know she’s just a chicken, but I’ve managed to keep them all alive and healthy, and I’m not going to let one of them fail me now, darnit!