Hear ye, hear ye - for I am about to speak words of all seriousness and it may cause some sense of mayhem in the coop. Or should I say COUP! I know what you've been up to. You can't hide it from me any longer!
Some months ago, say, in JULY, I was presented with this little batch of surprises.
Then, thinking I was only one pullet(another word for a young hen that isn't doing anything to pay for her keep yet) ahead of the game, I went and took up my Mother's offer to hatch some chicks in order to keep the egg-laying population alive and well and to keep my neighbors annoyed. (Not really, for they have hundreds of birds and they are not pretty like mine).
See how this hen, even now, runs away in shame? She was hired to do her job, but still, can't look me in the eye. Now hear me, this is enough I say! Enough chicks for now, as we have plenty. The seven new chicks, barely 2 weeks old, will ALL be hens I am sure (for I prayed diligently) and this farmette, is complete.
Until Sunday. On Sunday we arrived home from our place of worship, expecting another peaceful afternoon doing farm type business and lo! Here is what awaited our arrival!
THIS hen, unable to hide her guilt any longer, came forth to beg for forgiveness.
As we all know, hens who do dishonorable deeds become highly offended by human contact. It is as if they know they have done wrong and they begin to attack those who are innocent. Such as evident in this photo. See how my precious daughter places her hand near the aggressive bird? Watch as she gets part of her hand torn off.
Hark, for I feel a mysterious feeling coming over me!
Someone help me! I am completely powerless!