Today I realized as I checked on the chickens there was one who was on the nest almost all day. The thought popped into my head" I wonder if she's broody"? I actually wanted her to be broody. Are you crazy? I said to myself. There is finally peace in the coop everybody knows their place .There are no little ones trying to hop on the roost and getting pecked off. I finally have no extra roosters to deal with. It is so easy . We have 30 hens , more than enough for our needs, So why am I finding myself surfing the net looking for nice buff coloured breeds of chickens(I love buff) I told myself I was going to be satisfied with the ones I have. What is wrong with me? I think it is a disease. I love watching broodies hatch eggs and mother the little ones , I love guessing what sex they are and what rooster was the dad. I love watching them feather out ,to go from awkward and ugly to big and beautiful. I love seeing them everywhere on my property as we go about our day. I love the differences in the breeds. I think I am incurable.
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