Thank you. Well, the first time isn't over yet, and things are so much better for my little Punkin'. She is really enjoying her babies now that she has sufficient warmth. I also bathed her, at least her lower half. She had a very hard time of it and I was not able to tell. I live in Alaska, and our nights are very long at this time of the year - at the solstice we have fewer than 5 hours of daylight, and for more than two weeks it was also overcast with dark, dark clouds. Everyday was like twilight and there was no day.
Because of it all, I wasn't able to visually check on my hen as I should have, and I assumed she was okay. She was not. She wasn't leaving her nest enough, and she was very, very thin and had horrible, stinky diarrhea when I finally moved her. She also had a wound on her head from being pecked by another chicken, which I couldn't see. But she was giving her all to her eggs.
I began to feed her by hand several times a day while she stayed on the nest. She gobbled it all up like I couldn't believe. She soon learned not to bite my fingers all on her own, which I appreciated. Then, while still feeding her by hand everyday for four days, I moved her into a better place in the chicken house. The eggs hatched and I moved them all indoors, and they have thrived ever since. And I can tell that my hen loves it. All of them spend a great deal of time off the nest and under the heat lamp. They all love the warmth and the movement the warmth allows them. By the third day of life, the chicks had all fallen asleep under the lamp next to their mother, but not under her. She got more rest, too. Her head has healed (but she's still bald), her poop is normal, and she loves just sitting and talking to her babies while she clucks and shows them food. Keeping them warm is harder work for her, and I'm enjoying pampering her, I feel so bad about failing her earlier. I won't ever do that again.