Trouble in Silkieland. There’s been a dirty thief in the hen house, stealing eggs.
I discovered this when I responded to an altercation at the henhouse. The red hen was complaining vociferously, and I was surprised to find the squabble was going down in the henhouse.
I wasn’t sure what was going on, but I happened to peek under the broody white hen.
This is what I found:
TEN eggs! So much for leaving her a comfortable number that she can cover completely (four). She’s been taking the eggs as the brown hen lays them. If the brown hen is trying to get a clutch together so she can set, no wonder she’s pissed.
Where’s my egg? I left it RIGHT here! That’s the sixth one this week!
I don’t know anything about any eggs. I don’t even like eggs.
What’s really funny to imagine is how the white hen is collecting them from the other side of the coop. Does she roll them over with her face, or dribble them with her feet? I’d like to see that. But sometime during the day while the others are out, she leaves her eggs and scoots the red hen’s egg across the coop into her pile.
And why? What goes on in her little poofy head? Does she think OMG; how did one of my eggs get over there? Or, An egg, all by itself, how sad. I should adopt that!
At any rate, she now has six of the brown hen’s eggs under her and four of her own, which would be nice if they hatched, but it’s very likely she’s compromised the whole batch by having too many and not being able to keep them all warm.
I had to put up a cardboard visual barrier in the coop, so the little megalomaniac can’t see any of the brown hen’s eggs, and therefore shouldn’t be collecting them any more.