We laid our eggs
We laid them well
Even though we put mom
Through a lot of hel*
We wanted some grass
So we escaped the run
We wandered around
And had some fun.
When she offered us corn
We came running
The amount she gave us
Was simply stunning!
Then there was that group
You know the one!
The one led by Moron
He has brains of poop.
He kept his girls
Out by the bush
She told him to come
He better move his tush!
After a while
He ran for the trees
Just him and a hen
They hid with ease.
But mom heard them screaming
As the hawks circled about
She ran after them
And began to shout
Mom tried to find them
But they were not to be found
She went back to the house
But kept turning around
It took a while
But the two returned
She knows they didn't
But hopes they have learned.
The broody hen
She thought was so neat
Was actually in there
with eggs to eat
But after it all
This we can say!
We surprised our mom
With a total of 21 eggs today!
Counting the eaten egg, there were 21 eggs out of 22. The last was the EE that laid yesterday. She is excused. If I can convince myself the eggs were all laid today (none after I collected last night) I will be very excited.
I told my husband I was going to let the "broody" go. And I was going to add a few eggs. I said they didn't count, and besides I had just lost two of my chickens. He said (on the phone), "I know. I do understand. You have explained chicken math to me enough times."
I was actually happy to have a broody because the chicks would hatch around the time I got the Bourbon Red poults. I am fighting myself to not do the Easter Hatch. This addiction is so difficult to live with!
