After this morning's rain subsided (yes, more rain, and I'm not about to complain!) I started cleaning out the small kidding pen where the goose used to be locked up during the night. I say used to, because I can no longer convince the not-so-little-anymore bugger to come anywhere near me when it starts getting dark because s/he knows that I'm going to pick him up and put him in the pen for the night. So he has been on his own at night inside the goat area. The goat area is fenced in with cattle panels, but that's not going to keep a raccoon or an opossum out of there. So far the goose has survived and hopefully he's big enough now to make a possum think twice before trying to snack on him.
Wait. What does the stupid goose have to do with my broody hen?
As usual, I have digressed.
So I cleaned out the kidding turned goose turned broody hen pen. Which took a lot longer than it should have as I had to sweep/shovel/haul bedding out with only one hand. Because the other hand was holding a plastic feed scoop that I was using to defend myself from the damned bald faced hornets. I killed no fewer than seven while out there and that doesn't include the three I crushed into oblivion during the morning milking and six more during evening milking. I have yet to be stung by one this year. Last year I was "only" stung twice. Paul knocked the start of a bald faced hornet nest off the eaves of the house about two months ago but there is obviously another nest around nearby. I swear, it doesn't matter how many of those buggers I kill, they keep on coming. Damn the queen and her incredibly productive procreating abilities.
Wait a second. Where was I? Cleaning the pen. Broody hen. Eggs.
After cleaning and putting new bedding in the pen, I put a box in the corner, took all the eggs and the broody hen and put her in there. And she hate, hate, hated the new setup. Kept trying to fly out of the pen. Didn't even looked at the new, fluffy, clean, safe and secure nest box I carefully made for her. Ungrateful bird.
When I came in from evening milking I noticed that she finally settled down and set up camp in the nest box. Hopefully she'll be able to hatch out some new brood for us as I've noticed we've lost another two chickens since the last time I bothered to take a head count at night. We'll know in twenty-seven or so days.
Quit wasting your time on the broody hens. If they can't easily rear young, we don't want them wasting time on failed hatches, we want them to lay eggs so I can have a sausage and egg breakfast. Toss them off the nest and be done with it.