My dear sweet Marmalade has decided that she wants to try being broody, maybe. I found her sitting on today's eggs instead of being out free-ranging with everyone else. She had a big egg poking out from under her breast. Poor thing is so small that she can't sufficiently cover six eggs. I reached under her and pulled them all out, then scooped her up. She was surprisingly cuddly, but then she snapped out of it and hopped back down to the shelf. She scooted the eggs back under her, but tragedy struck when she rolled the last one under and one of the others was pushed out. She'd get that one back in place and another would be pushed out. It was so cute. She was letting me pet her beard, and she'd close her eyes.
I just wish Belgians wouldn't go broody at the drop of a hat.
I just wish Belgians wouldn't go broody at the drop of a hat.