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Followup on Bumpers and her egg-laying today... I went back outside and peered in the nesting box, but Bumpers was still in there, so I left her alone. About half an hour later, I went back out and peered in again, and Bumpers was still there! Concerned that she might be having issues, I opened the nesting box and looked down at her. She stood up, looked down at the large egg she had been sitting on, then looked up at me. I picked up the egg and she waltzed out of the nesting box without a bit of fuss. I know I must be imagining it, but I would swear she was waiting on me to come get that egg.
 
I have to jump on the weird band wagon as well, i was really shy in school and thought of as stuck up by some people and i was in special ED as they called then because i have Dyslexia and all my pears though that meant i was not very smart.
Haha, about the goats. I wish I could have some. We just wouldn't be able to afford it...
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And, I'm homeschooled, and have never been exposed to all the same things as public schoolers. So I hardly know how to be social. I'm literally learning. But I don't mind.
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Haha, about the goats. I wish I could have some. We just wouldn't be able to afford it...
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And, I'm homeschooled, and have never been exposed to all the same things as public schoolers. So I hardly know how to be social. I'm literally learning. But I don't mind.
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goat are awesome but i think that about all animals, lol.
 
True story...

Bumpers the crippled chicken and I have a special relationship. Ever since I found her with what I believe was a broken hip, in shock, dehydrated, and nursed her back to health, we've been something more than just a chicken and a chicken owner. When she was learning how to walk again, I would take her outside with me, and every time I got what she felt was too far away, she would call me back, squawking at me as if I should have known better. Now that the flock is in the new pen, where they can see my front door, every time I walk outside she calls out to me, telling me to come see her. When I get inside the pen, if she wants to be at my feet she will peck whomever is in her way. Woe to the chicken that stands between a hen and her human.

Bumpers has recently started laying again, after a hiatus that started when I moved her into the new pen with her new flockmates. When I walked outside at one point yesterday, Bumpers called to me. I walked over, and she disappeared inside a large tarp holding a hay bale. I thought that was odd, but shortly after that, she came out and told me she had an egg for me! I need to move that hay.

So today I go outside and as I'm pulling my hood up, I see Bumpers jump on top of a roll of fencing and start squawking at me. That really makes me smile, but here's where it gets really odd. I went to the pen and she ran over to the hay pile and assumed the laying position. I thought this was so different, I stayed out in the pen and waited for her. She was facing away from me, but every couple of minutes she would wiggle around, then look back at me. Then, I swear, she stood up, looked under her feathered bulk at the eggless hen-shaped indention in the hay, then looked back up at me as if to say "Don't go yet; I'm working on it!" I'm almost positive this chicken WANTED me to take her egg!

At that point I picked her up, along with a bundle of the hay under her, and deposited the whole armload inside a nesting box. I sure do love that chicken!


Are you sure it was the laying position? Could have been the submissive position for breeding. Several of my hens will do the submissive squat when I walk in their pen.....

Followup on Bumpers and her egg-laying today... I went back outside and peered in the nesting box, but Bumpers was still in there, so I left her alone. About half an hour later, I went back out and peered in again, and Bumpers was still there! Concerned that she might be having issues, I opened the nesting box and looked down at her. She stood up, looked down at the large egg she had been sitting on, then looked up at me. I picked up the egg and she waltzed out of the nesting box without a bit of fuss. I know I must be imagining it, but I would swear she was waiting on me to come get that egg.


Since she kept it warm...you could save it to incubate.... Enable, enable, enable!
 

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