I could wax poetic for hours about my little flock of chickens. They have taught me a lot about life in general and chickens specifically. One of the things I learned last spring is that hens have a biological clock. They will sit on a nest that is empty or an egg that is obviously not hatching. You have to intervene or they get kinda weird and can even die. This colorway is all the hues in my first brooder, Betty. I had to take Betty off her nest everyday and walk her around and feed her and chat and then, one day, she just got over herself. Lo and behold then it was Esther's turn.
