Shhh! Chicken in a basket. Privacy, please!
There are four eggs in the basket now and today I watched as Dearie used her beak, working to pull that lid shut. And she did it! It is so ridiculous for me to wish for another hatching of chicks. What if we get all roosters again? Or mostly, anyway. Why would I want to put my hen through that long three week period of the sitting coma where she will barely eat or drink or even move off the nest?
I don't know.
I do know that if I don't let her nest there she'll do it somewhere else. Once a hen goes broody, that is that.
And of course there's the fact that there is nothing quite as darling as baby chicks.
Liberace keeps bringing other hens on to the porch and showing them the basket. As we speak, Connie is in there.
This is all so interesting to me. I know that when hens sit on nests, they are often sitting on the eggs of other hens. Do the roosters always encourage this?
I have no idea.
Anyway, Connie only stayed in the basket for a few moments and then left it and she did not lay an egg.
So that's it for chicken news. As for other news- well, I'm not coping with life real well right now. For whatever reason I'm just incredibly emotional and even typing that caused my eyes to well again. These days sometimes happen and sometimes they do last for awhile. I remind myself of that when I go to sleep at night. To try not to despair too deeply because things change and I will not feel this way forever. Meanwhile, I took a walk this morning and then pulled the spent lettuce and those beautiful bolted, flowering mustard greens. It's getting warmer again and that was all I felt like doing and so that's all I did. I gave the spent plants to the goats and chickens next door who do not get fresh greens very often. They seemed most appreciative.
I really don't have anything else to say and can't seem to figure out a way to blunder to an ending. I suppose I'll just stop writing. That should do it. Not very gracefully, but effectively, nonetheless.