Today I went out to give the chickens some table scraps. I normally don't make this level of effort for them, sadly, but today I had some special kiwi fruit I thought the pack of voracious chickens would enjoy pecking.
I decided I'd better check on the broody hen too. She's a buff orphington who decided she wanted to sit in her box and self induce a psychotic trance. We were in the habit of kicking her out of the box and making her go walk and play and socialize, but she was always found back in her hiding place again and again and again.
So instead of fighting her nature, SIL Suzi put a few eggs under her hoping for the best.
It seems like ages ago when this little experiment began. Actually it seems like over a month, but apparently I was wrong.
I went into the coop and looked at the hen who was in her normal state. That is a state with glazed eyeballs that stare into thin air.
BUT then I reached under her to see if the eggs were still there and BAM! There was a little black chick nestled all snuggy under her warm feathers. It takes about 21 days for chick eggs to hatch. So, I obviously have no sense of time.
I gently grabbed the little fuzz ball to see it more closely and I took the glamor shot with "Mom."
Now the real questions can begin. Like maternity questions. Not that this hen cares one little bit.
However, since the flock is composed of several kinds of hens this chick could be a barred-rock-Danish, or a Americauna-Danish, or a Orphington-Danish, or a Rhode Island-Danish...
But on one thing we are sure. It is with certainty that the father is. . . Mr. D.
Then looking again at this picture I wonder about one thing . . .
Was the mom the cat????
(Look in picture on left side)
OK, that was really bad. Just smack me now. I really deserve it.
15 hours ago