OMGosh, that sound is unmistakeable. The screech. The main flock was locked back inside the pen so Suede and the Suede-ettes could roam. I had just walked out of the nursery after tending to the chicks when I heard it. The grating screech of a broody hen. I look up, see all the girls lined up at the top of the pen and right in the middle I see the source of that sound, a puffed up screeching feathered beachball. I think, "Oh, Olivia's taking a break from her eggs." Then I realize, that is not Livvie, it's TUX! I walk around and talk to her and she looks up at me, all innocent and sweet so maybe she's working up to broody. When I go in and tell DH, he says, Oh, yeah, Kate and Tux (Kate is the #1 sister of the Poufyheads) were really going at it, a full blown fight today when I threw scratch out. Well, Kate, Tux and Livvie do not fight. EVER. Uh, oh. Here's Tux, so named because as a chick, she had a bright white chest. She and her sisters are a year and a half old now. Olivia's chick is due to hatch Saturday.