troubles
It was a free-range afternoon for my cooped-up hens, still trying to break a few bad habits. Not only do I still have an egg eater, but now I’ve got a broody hen who is, to date, the most stubborn one I’ve ever had. She refuses to be budged from the nesting box. I had to physically pick her up and remove her, then shut the doors to the henhouse so she couldn’t march right back in and reclaim her spot. The rest of the flock happily spread out across the lawn, scratching for bugs and nibbling fresh grass, while my broody girl stood nearby glaring at me, deeply offended that I’d interrupted her plans. With no rooster in the coop, her efforts are completely pointless…but there’s no convincing her of that. Egg production has picked up lately, and I’m officially overflowing in eggs. Looks like I’ll be eating egg salad this week whether I want to or not. My kitchen counter is lined with baskets of fresh eggs, and now, thanks to my latest purchase, it also has one less appliance. We’ve a...
