I also have a broody barred rock. If it is over a hundred degrees what sense is there in going broody? She was setting on six golf balls, but my grand daughter took them out and put eggs under her. Those eggs have about the same chance of hatching in this heat as those golf balls.
I didn't have the heart to tell her that. And since we have more eggs than our family and neighbors can eat, I let her try it. God willing and through some miracle, we may see chicks on or about St. John's day. More than likely, it will just be a big mess in the coop.
Last year, I found a hidden nest. Some of the eggs had started incubating just with the ambient heat.
I usually let the hens out right after breakfast, and they make a bee line for their favorite citrus tree. They love the shade and moisture.
We have the lawn sprinklers set to go off twice a day. I also have a hose dribbling to make a constant puddle for them to wade in.
The hens have nibbled the lower leaves of my little apricot trees. I never thought that they would do that. Anyway, the trees have produced about a dozen little apricots. This is their second year in my backyard. I had hoped for a better crop, but they are both of the same type. It is recommended that there be a least two different types so that they can cross pollinate. I would like to get a Desert Gold tree, but my wife thinks not. The yard is getting too crowed.
My wife complains about the water bill; we don't have irrigation. The water bill is more than the house payment sometimes.
I never beat her, and I never fooled around on her. I don't have a nice car or a big boat. I don't waste money drinking and smoking. I haven't been fishing or hunting in thirty years. If I am going to have one special vice in this life, let it be green grass and trees.
About using cracked eggs, my mother used to use them in baking. They are safe that way. Otherwise not. Now, we scramble them and feed them to the wife's darn alley cats. They haven't died yet, but I still have hopes.
Rufus