Our ancestors sat in a rocker on the porch on the East side of the house in the heat of the day. I think the chickens they had were more suited for the heat. Now days everyone has fat large fowl feathered legged silky headed puff balls that have a hard time down South. Myself included. Well no silky headed puff balls yet but I'm sure the day will come.
Hens go broody when you don’t want them to… and won’t go broody when you do.
