My old ISA browns have retired, living the life of luxury now. But every so often one of them will dutifully go into a nest box and sit for hours, thinking egg to herself. After a while there's a very loud eggsong - look look look bagook!
Never anything there any more. Poor old hybridized girl, programmed to lay but with nothing left.
Never anything there any more. Poor old hybridized girl, programmed to lay but with nothing left.
