So now we have three broody hens.
Wiggles the gray mottled Belgian d'Uccle bantam is still going strong and really getting in to it. Yoya
the gray Giant Cochin has decided to stick with it (for now) and
Colonel, another chick from last year, has decided to brood. Colonel is
one of the MilleFleur d'Uccle bantams.
Yesterday evening Yoya and Colonel apparantly teamed up to oust Wiggles
from her eggs, which PISSED HER OFF. I was out there passing out
dandelion greens when Wiggles ran up to me, clucking rapid-fire,
grabbing my pant leg and pulling me towards the coop.
OK, gotta go see what tiny angry hen wants. I walk in that direction
and she sprints ahead of me, growling and clucking all the way, stopping
in front of HER nest box and staring in. Uh oh. I check it and find
Yoya and Colonel, reach in the pet them, scritch their heads a bit...
I take too long to suit Hitler-in-a-hen. Outraged pacing, extra-large
fluffing up and full-on loud, angry bucawking starts at my feet, clearly
this is, 'Mom, they took my nest. No fair! Make 'em give it baaack,
NOW!' The Belgian Time Bomb is about to reach DEFCON 1. Well, those
hens ain't moving. I ended up taking one of the eggs from under Yoya
and setting it in the next nest box over and showing it to Wiggles.
She stares into the new nest box for a minute, then reluctantly decides
that this is an acceptable compromise and slowly heads in to sit on it.
All is quiet again, for now...