Our broody has finally rejoined the flock.

It took a good two months, but she seems fine and her comb is perking up and getting redder (it turned pink when she was broody and not laying).

We never did anything to break her of it, and it turned out okay.

I’ve been out talking to them a lot today.  I confess I fuss at my hens quite a bit, things like, “Why are you so doggone noisy today?”  “What is your problem?” and “Why can’t you lay over there?  It’s a perfectly good nest?”

The last comment has to do with their preference for one spot to lay, despite the prevalence of nesting boxes.  They beleaguer each other waiting impatiently for a vacancy and, like I keep telling them, it is so unnecessary.

In case there was any doubt in your mind, they may hear me, but they seldom take my advice.

To the hens, I’m that entity who comes barging over to nag at them, but I also bring treats, so they don’t know which to expect.

Crazy chicken lady.  That’s me.