So today's news is, broody Momma got off the remaining two eggs, I'm sure she wanted to keep her eye on the hatchling rascal, so just one chick for us this time around. I really am surprised at how this whole deal has played with my emotions. I was a crazed woman last night battening down the hatches for the icy cold rain that came, as broody hen and chick are hardly protected in a dog pen. Got the whole thing covered with tarps, put down cardboard and lots of straw, and gathered what remaining bales I could find for insulation.
My other hens had an all out battle last night and we awoke to bleeding combs on a few of them - why can't they just get along? And why isn't my roo setting them straight? I'm so sad the last two eggs didn't make it.
My other hens had an all out battle last night and we awoke to bleeding combs on a few of them - why can't they just get along? And why isn't my roo setting them straight? I'm so sad the last two eggs didn't make it.