Well, thanks to the great guidance and advice I received here in BYC, moving Momma went okay!
I just kept telling myself that, despite her theatrics, at the end of the day she is still just a 10 pound chicken "who doesn't have teeth." Haha!
(...however, being the coward that I am, I still wore gloves and a long sleeve shirt.)
I threw some of the girls favorite treats right outside the door so she could see the other hens happily enjoying them.; then I went in quick and authoritative, swooped her up off the nest and plunked her out with the other hens.
She puffed and shrieked, but didn't really try to peck too much.
She was sitting on five eggs. We'll see how long it takes to break the spell...
