I read these posts about people and their broody hens, and feel as though I wear a scarlet letter, announcing to the world the terrible truth:
I have no broody hens.
Yes, while those of you cluck and preen over your hens' obvious broodiness, I look at my hens and they give me the stink-eye.
"You want to sit on your eggs..." I say, using my Jedi powers.
"Rawawaak!" my hen says and pecks if I get too close.
Ah hah! I think. She's gone broody.
Then, she lays her egg and leaves the nest, never to return.
Was it something I said? Did I raise my chicks wrong? Do they need counseling? (Do I need counseling?) Is it Sid the llama? The geese next door? What?
I am so ashamed.
I have no broody hens.
Yes, while those of you cluck and preen over your hens' obvious broodiness, I look at my hens and they give me the stink-eye.
"You want to sit on your eggs..." I say, using my Jedi powers.
"Rawawaak!" my hen says and pecks if I get too close.
Ah hah! I think. She's gone broody.
Then, she lays her egg and leaves the nest, never to return.
Was it something I said? Did I raise my chicks wrong? Do they need counseling? (Do I need counseling?) Is it Sid the llama? The geese next door? What?
I am so ashamed.