Going out to the coop, I hear a horrible racket. I run as fast as these short legs can get me there.
I open the nest box and pick up Nina. One egg is broken. It stinks. Wheewwww!
Just crushed shells and a stinky yolk. There is no baby chick.
A dud.
I don't know if Lucy, Ethel and Oscar were fighting with Nina or they were being nosey and broke the egg or if Nina did it herself.
I put Nina in the pen to eat. The hatch door is closed so she can't get in while I clean the nest box, being so, so careful not to break the remaining eggs. When I open the door, she runs in and makes the nest the way she wants it.
At least the broken egg wasn't fertile. I'll know in a few days if the rest are.
Mostly about my backyard chickens. (Boring, I know), but there are a lot of us out here. Mine are only kept as pampered pets. I could eat a neighbor's chicken, but not MINE. There may be a comment on current events only if I get riled up enough. And there will always be a cartoon or a joke to cheer us. I promise to try my very best to respond to comments. Now I have to figure out how this blogger thingy works....
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