There's a guy on YouTube (Rob Anderson) who does hysterical movie reviews, making fun of every movie he does. Bad reviews are way more entertaining than good reviews, so that would definitely be the way to go.
When I'm texting my son, my phone automatically provides "potato" when I type in "sweet" because apparently it has learned that I sometimes call him that.
Update: After the first chick hatched, the barred rock who has been doing relief duty climbed into the nest box and sat on the chick and other eggs while the broody hen went to the feeder to get some dinner. When I left, they were both back in the box.
I'm going to leave them be for tonight because I'm not sure the best way to do that with my particular coop set-up. But in the meantime... I have a barred rock who I've seen twice sit on the eggs while the buff orp foraged for a few minutes. I just went down to check and there was Helen squeezed...
Welcome! Some chicks won't make it and that's hard. And later some will die for other reasons. I figure I'm giving them a great life in the meantime, and it's such a rewarding way to spend your time and energy (and, to be fair, money).
Three weeks ago I collected up a few eggs from the leghorns who are housed with the game stag and from the game hens and stuck them under Eula, my broody buff orp. Today she was out of the nest box and I lifted her up to find htis little guy! I clearly didn't think this plan through, and now I'm...
My 6 forest chickens have now made it through 2 full weeks of being unsecured at night. I had been leaving the coop open as a shelter, but I closed it up today because a Carolina wren was building a little nest inside on a ledge. Which is primarily a problem because when the new girls get here...