Ok so chickens are so much smarter then I thought. I felt bad today when I took my little Bellas(dutch game bantam) egg away after she had just laid it to save them for my friend to hatch. Bella looked at me with sad eyes and I felt so bad. I found an old 'Wilson' brand golfball in the yard and thought it looks enough like an egg, maybe she will think that's hers. I laid it in the nest and Cicero her beautiful mate walks over eying the thing with his head sharply tilted. I watch him step into the nest standing right over the ball staring at it. Then my tiny roo pecks at it once and lets a screech out that I have never heard from him, part anger, part confused and part blame was in his voice. Cicero then begins to yank all the hay out of the nest, picking it apart. So I grab the ball quickly and hide it. I can only imagine the talk the two had after this 'who is this wilson guy and why did you have this ugly dimply egg with him?' Lol
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