I have Trudy, my little broody, in a dog cage in the spare bedroom, so that she could hatch her clutch without all the interferance and hassle of other hens messing with her. We moved her last Friday evening.
Anyway, she was standing outside her nest about 40 minutes ago, and I figured no problem, she's taking her half hour feed, water and poop break. I just crept out of the bedroom as quietly as I went in.
But about 10 minutes ago, I crept back in to find she was laying in the nest again -- but three of her 10 eggs were now kicked out of the nest.
I wasn't sure if this was an accident -- or if she had a reason for doing it -- so, just in case it was an accident, I went in to gently place them back under her wing.
When I was in there, I heard the distinct (though soft) sound of a little peep!
I didn't SEE anything. But I know I heard a single, soft peep!
Does this mean that there is a live bird somewhere under her wings? Or does it just mean that there is a little baby who is beginning to pip her way out of her shell?
I guess the best thing for me to do right now is nothing at all, right? Trust Trudy the Broody to do her job?
I feel like an expectant father, pacing the waiting room outside the maternity ward, waiting to find out how things are going in the delivery room!
Anyway, she was standing outside her nest about 40 minutes ago, and I figured no problem, she's taking her half hour feed, water and poop break. I just crept out of the bedroom as quietly as I went in.
But about 10 minutes ago, I crept back in to find she was laying in the nest again -- but three of her 10 eggs were now kicked out of the nest.
I wasn't sure if this was an accident -- or if she had a reason for doing it -- so, just in case it was an accident, I went in to gently place them back under her wing.
When I was in there, I heard the distinct (though soft) sound of a little peep!
I didn't SEE anything. But I know I heard a single, soft peep!
Does this mean that there is a live bird somewhere under her wings? Or does it just mean that there is a little baby who is beginning to pip her way out of her shell?
I guess the best thing for me to do right now is nothing at all, right? Trust Trudy the Broody to do her job?
I feel like an expectant father, pacing the waiting room outside the maternity ward, waiting to find out how things are going in the delivery room!