Not that I really know enough about it all to be impressed, but this young broody has made an impression on me. I know it’s all nature and instincts, but I love seeing it.
First of all, the minimal amount of time it takes for a chick to develop to hatching is amazing. Then, the hatching process itself is mind blowing. I have yet to witness it first hand, but I will later this week!

Then the broody brings the chicks out and teaches them to eat! Wow, just wow. She will scratch on the ground and make the “come and get it” sound and the chicks run around excitedly and peck at exactly what she intended them to get. And the most precious part of it to me is when she talks to them, trying to get them to eat, the chicks look up at her as if to say, “Am I doing it right? Am I getting the food? Yummy, is there more?” They actually give her looks of admiration. They love that broody, the one who brought them to life, they are now inseparable.
This particular pullet was not one to jump in my lap, as some do, nor was she particularly fond of me picking her up, but I could. However, during this entire broody process, which included two days of removing her from the nest and placing her in a broody breaker cage, she has grown accustomed to me touching, holding, and even picking her up. After saying all that, she seems very comfortable with me being around her chicks, even to the point of not getting bent out of shape as I tried to cram myself in the cage with them - only to be as close to them as I could.

No joke, the majority of my time up in the coop I was laying on my stomach under the poop board with my head and shoulders shimmied into the cage. Now picture that. And picture the look on the other chickens’ faces as they entered the coop.

And then they promptly jumped up on my legs and back. Crazy birds.
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Well, I just realized I never posted this several hours ago!

So I have something to add to it now.
I moved the broody and chicks to their own little coop/run. At first the broody was like
WHAT?
I had placed the chicks in a little apple picking basket all covered up and walked out into the run. I really thought she would follow, but she was too unsure of what was going on I think. She started out the pop door and then turned around and went back in. I just went back in and picked her up and carried momma and babies. When I set them all in on the shavings and dry leaves the momma went wild. She was scratching and clucking and clucking and scratching and the chicks were watching intently, probably trying their best not to get covered up by the flying litter.

It was quite hilarious.
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Anyway I’ll say it again. She has been a real trooper. She will feed them and let them run around awhile, but never let them stay out for more than 5 minutes. I am more than impressed with this Black Copper Marans. My little Miss Molly.
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