My chicken just exploded in my kitchen. 3-5 days worth of **** came spraying out of her. It went 4 feet down the hall. The smell is unimaginable. I work in a hospital.... the smell in here right now has my husband in fetal position with a sweatshirt over his face. How do I get myself into these situations? The smell is a combination of death and rotten chicken ****. It won't go away.
It could be worse... it could be on the carpet in the office where her nest is. I guess she is super broody (or super stupid), because she won't leave her nest voluntarily and after she eats/drinks she hunkers right down where she is like she is still on top of her eggs even when she's not. I have to pick her up and put her back on her eggs. She does turn them, because they are in different places under her when I check. So, tonight I brought her all the way into the kitchen and kept poking her to make her stand up and not fluff down. The 3rd time I poked her and she stood up, well she exploded. Really. Exploded. I brought her in on Wednesday... I don't know when she may have pooped before then.... but not since. I think my husband is going to divorce me. We might have to burn the house.
