Perhaps I am just justifying my odd choice of allowing Punkin to brood inside the house in "her" dog bed (it is definitely hers NOW), but it's been very interesting watching a broody pullet in action right up close.
There's a whole lot of inaction, too, as she's in the broody trance most of the time, flat on those eggs. She didn't come off the nest at ALL yesterday. I gave her a can of cat food (Friskies, with the sliced bits of meat) today and she's been working on it with some gusto.
Her usual afternoon habit was to come off the dog bed in a rush, all puffed up and chittering the broody war cry, to RUN to the utility room to drink from the dogs' water dish. If I opened the door right there for her, she'd dash outside to poop, scratch in the dirt, take a quick dust bath, then demand to come back inside. She then snatches a bit of dog kibble, then run like the devil was after her into the office where I have two brooders of chicks. Drink more water, eat some feed, then run outside to the enclosed garden for a bit more scratching, then back inside. If I'm on the sofa when she re-enters the house, hops onto the arm of the sofa, walks along the back to come scream at me. I think the broody scream and chittering are her only means of communication right now. She let's me skritch her breast for a moment, then she hops down and gets back into the dog bed.
Watching her move those three eggs around is fascinating. She rearranges them frequently. She also rearranges loose feathers she has plucked, tucks this one or that one into specific locations. She messes with those feathers a great deal.
Nuthin' like being a hick with a chicken settin' on some eggs in the living room under the TV set.
