Buffington, our Buff Orpington was determined to be a mother. In chicken terms, she became broody. In kitchen terms, she stopped laying eggs. Utterly consumed, she hardly ate or drank, so intent on hatching non-fertile eggs was she. Something had to be done. I read that ice packs help to break this behavior. Not Buffington the dedicated. Soooo, I asked a friend if I could have some of her fertile eggs. I didn't really think the whole endeavor would work. However, 21 days later I looked in the coop and there were 3 little baby chicks tottering around. I passed out cigars and we oohed and awed.
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Our Story Part 2
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Beautiful story of satiated desire.
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ReplyDeleteYes, she was in her element:)
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