For the better part of the last week, Mrs. Beasley, my Wyandotte hen, has been nesting. This isn’t the first time she’s done this. Several months ago she set up shop in one of the nesting boxes for a week or so.
The problem is that there isn’t a rooster in our flock, so she can sit on an egg until Jesus comes back and she’s not going to hatch a chick.
A local chicken farmer told me that usually a hen will go broody when there are several eggs in the nest; Mrs. Beasley is sitting there whether there’s an egg or not. But the other girls seem to be helping her out. They climb into the same box with her to lay an egg, which she then sits on.
Every time I go near her she chirps and raises her feathers in anger but I don’t really want to leave eggs under Mrs. Beasley to rot in this heat. So I’ve taken to just picking up the angry hen, taking out the eggs, and plopping her back in her brooding position.
We’ll see how long she pursues this futile endeavor. Hopefully she gets over it quickly and gets back to laying.