Been outside ALL day long and just got in at 7pm. Boy, am I bushed! Went to put the chooks in the run, and notice Olivia is missing. I knew I'd seen her on and off all day long, but now she is nowhere to be found. Getting a little worried, I walk around the property calling her. Checked the garage just in case, nothing. Last thought was to employ my dog Otho. Before I got really bad with the arthritis, we were working in Schutzhund, and he was really good in tracking. Haven't done it in years, but as soon as I asked him, "where's my chicken?? Suche!", he starts off. We come around to the lean to where I plan to build the run for the Wheatens. I did not get to till the garden spot today, so the tiller is under there covered in a tarp. Otho sticks his head in there, and his tail starts to wag. Next thing I know, the tarp jumps straight up in the air, I screamed, the dog backed out, and here comes Olivia!!
Otho looks at me like, "hmm, is that who you were looking for mom??" Yes, GOOD BOY!! I notice now though, he keeps looking at the tarp, back at me, and then back at the tarp. I pull the tarp back, and I guess I now have my very first wanna-be broody hen!!! THIRTEEN EGGS IN THERE!! Nice ones too. She ran back to the run, and was glad to be there, but tomorrow when I get the tiller out, I think I'll make a pen for her to see if she'll set them. Any other suggestions from you broody owners?? This is a first for me!
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