Penelope the Terrible has taken her reign of terror to a whoooooole new level. She's big, she hates people, and she loves to peck whatever unsuspecting and unoffending piece of person flesh might be within view. Just plain MEAN. Why do you keep her, you ask? Well, she is a prolific layer. She will lay 2 eggs a day at times, and always at least 1 every day. Lots of eggs and, as she is a rooster groupie, lots of (I'm assuming) fertilized eggs should I want to hatch them. I went to collect the eggs yesterday, same as always, from my 6 ladies....and I hadn't even opened the coop door when I heard a low growling noise. It sounded demonic. Straight up out of the Exorcist. Sounds like that come out of chickens??? Shaking in my barn boots, I open the door a crack and peek in, ready for something straight out of my nightmares to come flying at my face. When my face remained intact, I looked down into the nesting box closest to the door and saw the Broody from Hell glaring up at me, her hackle/back feathers raised up around her head like a lion's mane. I chickened out and closed the door. I'll just give her a little privacy and more time to lay her eggs, I said to myself. RIGHT... 4 hours later, she was still out there. Folks, I'm not ready to have any more little peeps running around this close to fall and winter. I want my beautiful orange-yolked eggs for eating, and eventually for hatching. Anyway, I digress. So, it is almost 6:00 last night, and she was still there, growling with a huge feathery frill around her neck. I gingerly took a hand (stupid, I know) and tried to nudge her from the box from the rear. She struck out with cobra speed and with intent. That wasn't the spiteful-I-don't-like-people-so-get-out-of-my-run-peck that she normally administers. It was like a hammer drill. I took what was left of my courage and removed my flip flop. I figured I could use it to scoop her out (kind of how I am like many times bigger than her and using the space invasion to my advantage). WRONG. She laid that flip flop wide open. I didn't keep it in there to antagonize her by attempting to encourage her to move, the poor shoe was only there for a handful of seconds and it is tattered. I gave up. Told DH over dinner, my dilemma. He of course, scoffed and rolled his eyes, and said I just had to "be the boss." Uh huh... I politely told him that he could demonstrate for my learning benefit.. (I knew he was going to get his knickers handed to him). He marched over to that coop and flung open the door. Penelope the Terrible sounded like a dragon, screeching and roaring at his intrusion. He took one look at her and WHOOMP! he stuck his calloused mitt into the nesting box and dumped her out. It took a couple tries, but he got her out. Apparently those pecks don't hurt when you're The Boss DH scooped up the 8 eggs and strode back inside the house like nothing had happened. PtT immediately regained the nesting box. Fast forward to today. Went to let the chickens out and only counted 6 birds. 1 was missing and it wasn't the rooster. I knew right away who it was. PtT is still in the nesting box and as rabid as ever. If I keep hijacking the eggs will she loose the broody business and go back to her normal level of mean? S.O.S.!