Some things just aren't meant to be shared, but... We have a broody frizzle cochin. She's terrible at this, mostly because she's a pushover. Every other bird thought whatever nest she was in was the only place to lay. They think they are cuckoos or something. So, after advice from here and much trial and severe tribulation she is fenced in in a capacious nestbox. Many envious eyes peek under her curtain in a constant train of resentment. Her isolation chamber has made her quite a high maintenance little sweetie. So, we come to todays cleaning of the nest box. She does her usual fussy little grump session. Usually, there is little work needed to keep things in order so she is out only a minute. Today things went even faster, in fact, everything went at high speed. I set her on a bench right above the nest box where a treat was set out for her. She went on the fastest weight loss program ever. I got out faster than you can imagine. Half her mass came rearward (my direction) as the foulest, nastiest mass of... of... bleahhhhh! The whole coop stunk. It still does. It likely will tomorrow. Why on earth would a chicken save that up? I swear there was a shriveled chicken skin left pecking at the corn, and her guts manifested as a skunk and came to visit me. I heard that broody poo stunk, but really? Why didn't anyone tell me?