To dispel the totally unfounded rumor that all I talk about is chickens, I’d like to say EGGS. Our 15 + a bonus fertile Buff Orpington eggs arrived early this morning. Six of them are in the incubator and ten of them are in Nest Box #2 with Joanna, our resident broody Buff Orpington.
We lifted Joanna out of Nest Box #2 this morning for her to get a little fresh air, food, water, and to take a dust bath and a nice big, stinky poop. We placed the ten eggs in the box and waited for her to return to the coop. After she settled in, we heard her cooing. We think she was happy and was singing to her babies.
The success rate for incubators has been reported as much lower than the Mama way. We’ll see. It’s an Egg-spirament.
Oh – why the Texas basket? It was big enough to hold the 16 eggs, and Joanna is Texas-born. And if you are wondering why the eggs are numbered – it’s because some certain people who are most likely related to me would roll their eyes if I named them.