- Apr 29, 2011
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This is Foxy. She is called Foxy because she survived a fox attack when she was only one month old. As you can see from this photo, taken a couple of weeks ago, she is fairly mature. We have watched her for months. But no eggs! NO EGGS. No eggs ANYWHERE. Instead she spent her days flying onto the clothesline and threatening to poop on my clothes.
Well today, it was pouring down raining, and suddenly Foxy was missing. I looked everywhere. Then my partner suggested the very thorny bush in the corner of the garden. As I approached, the rooster got pretty touchy. He shouted at me!
I then had to cut my way through the bush to at last sight her. She wouldn't move. I was so upset. She couldn't possibly be broody - she hadn't laid yet. She had her back to me, and would squeal like a stuck pig if I so much as looked at her. Nope, no eggs. She must be injured!
Well, she was shrieking, and the rooster was shrieking. I thought, she MUST be broody. I shifted her over and found FIFTEEN EGGS! (You can't see them all here as she would have removed my finger if I took her off the nest). Steven Irwin may have been brave wrestling crocodiles, but I wonder how he would have stood up to a broody hen?
She was like a little feathered dinosaur; I had to wear gardening gloves to put her safely in the coop to bed.
What a little broody. So now I finally work out she's laying, and of course she has now stopped laying because she's broody! Chickens.
Well today, it was pouring down raining, and suddenly Foxy was missing. I looked everywhere. Then my partner suggested the very thorny bush in the corner of the garden. As I approached, the rooster got pretty touchy. He shouted at me!
I then had to cut my way through the bush to at last sight her. She wouldn't move. I was so upset. She couldn't possibly be broody - she hadn't laid yet. She had her back to me, and would squeal like a stuck pig if I so much as looked at her. Nope, no eggs. She must be injured!
Well, she was shrieking, and the rooster was shrieking. I thought, she MUST be broody. I shifted her over and found FIFTEEN EGGS! (You can't see them all here as she would have removed my finger if I took her off the nest). Steven Irwin may have been brave wrestling crocodiles, but I wonder how he would have stood up to a broody hen?
She was like a little feathered dinosaur; I had to wear gardening gloves to put her safely in the coop to bed.
What a little broody. So now I finally work out she's laying, and of course she has now stopped laying because she's broody! Chickens.
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