I'd thought my big Buff Orp Mrs. Beasley's eggs were due Wednesday, as I hadn't marked it on the calendar. Nope - they were due today! I have new peeps!
She has a little light tan and white fuzzy butt and a darker tan fuzzy butt so far, with two eggs yet to go. She got Generic Light Brown eggs, making these who's-your-mama chicks. She objects to my looking at them, and she puffed up to the size of a volleyball and growled like a demon when she saw another hen, so she'll be a good mom. I have her blockaded into her nest box with poultry netting and tape (redneck ghetto barricade for the win!) at the moment to keep the psycho SS hen from trying a snatch and run with the little ones.
I almost feel sorry for my avatar hen. She is going back into broody mode because she hears the new peeps, and is sitting in a nest box clucking to her nonexistent babies. She was pretty well out of it, but she's on a roll again. Argh.
Also, Last Rooster Standing is just asking to join his brothers at Camp Crock-Pot. Now that he's the only roo, he's trying to challenge me for the top spot by staring at me and rushing at the fence when I'm on the other side of it. He sensibly backs down and gets away from me when I respond by stomping my foot, staring at him, growling, or stalking him, and stays well away when I'm on the same side of the fence as he is, but I'm half-expecting him to have a go at me sometime soon. Try it, buddy, and you're an entree. Rope, deck, utility and skinning knives - some disassembly required.