Monday I noticed the mean mama hen had been off her nest most of the day so I went back to the house, got a bright flashlight and “candled” the eggs. Holding a bright light to the egg shell allows you to see if there’s anything in there. One egg had what looked like a baby that had started developing but didn’t finish and the remaining 14 or so eggs had nothing. They either weren’t fertile, which I can understand because there’s about 20 chickens out there and just poor old Wilbur to do all the work of fertilizing all those eggs.
The other mama has two babies and they were up walking around so I candled her eggs. I think there were 6 left. One looked like it had a chance of hatching but she never went back to the nest so I tossed all those eggs. We have two baby chicks. They’re so darned cute!
But, mean mama hen decided she’d start over but this time, she got into a nest with three golf balls and she’s faithfully sitting on those golf balls. A couple of times a day, I risk losing a hand by scooting her off the nest to see if there are any real eggs. She’s had her chance . . I’m not giving her any more eggs to sit on. Good luck with those golf balls! 🙂