Maybe . .
A hen is considered “broody” when she wants to become a mother. Supposedly, many of the production breeds have been bred so that they don’t get broody. I’ve never had a broody chicken other than the Silkies and Louise has already hatched her second batch of babies. I believe she stays broody!
So, who do you think is broody? Mean Chicken! Yes, she wants to be a mother so badly and I figure after what she’s been through, she deserves a chance to raise babies if that’s what she wants to do. Mean Chicken was the one that the dog attacked.
There is no rooster with the red hens so none of those eggs are fertile. Poor Mean Chicken! She gathered all the eggs from the other 11 red chickens into her little nest and was determined she was going to hatch them. I always hate to be the bearer of bad news but . . she could sit on those eggs for the next 10 years and they are not going to hatch! Being the nice person that I am, I went and got Silky eggs, and I got Dominique eggs, all of which are fertile, and I put them in the nest for Mean Chicken.
I know what it’s like to be given the gift of a child I could not have on my own! And, yes, I am still thankful every single day for the decision that young lady made that gave me the greatest gift of my entire earthly life.
All was well, tell Grumpy Chicken decided she wanted babies too! I can’t show favoritism so I went and gathered Silky eggs and Dominique eggs and put them in the nest for Grumpy Chicken. At this point, Grumpy Chicken was in nest #1 and Mean Chicken was in nest #2. There are four nests in the coop.
Grumpy Chicken sat on her nest for . . about 4 hours and decided . . hey, I don’t think I really want to be a mother. There are grasshoppers out there I could be eating instead of sitting on these dumb eggs! She abandoned her nest and Mean Chicken . . always thinking the grass is greener on the other side, moved over to Nest #1. Good grief, chickens!
I moved all of Mean Chicken’s eggs from nest #2 to nest #1 and combined the two nests so Mean Chicken can have a large family!
She sits way back in the corner of the nest. Know why? Because she wants to make trouble for me! Really. By sitting way back there, other chickens will get in this nest and lay their eggs. The chickens, for some reason, love nest #1 best. Another chicken comes in and lays her egg, Mean Chicken rakes it under herself and adds another potential baby . . except none of these eggs are going to hatch! These chickens just don’t have a clue about the birds and the bees!
About three times a day, I go out there, rake all the eggs out from under Mean Chicken.
The bantam eggs I know are fertile and may hatch. The fertile Dominique eggs, because they look like the non-fertile eggs from the red chickens, have dates on them. I take all the eggs that aren’t dated and aren’t bantam eggs and I keep those for us because (1) they’re from the red hens and are not fertile and (2) they’ve been laid within the past few hours so they’re fresh, and I slide all the rest of the eggs back under Mean Chicken.
It will be cute if they hatch. She’ll have Silky babies and Dominique babies. She will never know they’re not her own babies. Since there are no mirrors in the coop, she won’t even realize that they all look different from her.
The Mean Chicken story does not compare to the story of adopting Chad, but . . how could I not do everything in my power to help Mean Chicken have some babies if that’s what she wanted so badly?