One sadly did not make it, and there are two more under her still. The sweetest of broodies, she actually pecked at me today, which was a very good sign. That protective nature is definitely what you want from a mother hen.
Momma and chicks have been safely transferred to their brood pen in the barn and are settling in. Me? I’ve got sawdust in my hair, muddy feet and I reek of broody poop, which is about as disgusting a smell as one can possibly imagine. (Note to self: Sterilize computer keyboard!) (And hands.) (And clothing…)
I’m sure I’ll recover, but it will be a while before I eat, I think. *shudder* Raising chickens, while thoroughly rewarding, is not without its occasional gross out moment to balance the scales. Still, these little fluffsters are pure joy to behold!
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