Let me start by saying that, out of ten girls, four are broody. Two of the four, Daisy & Shirley, are deadly serious in a feather-rousing, visciously-pecking kind of way.
So, this morning, I came down to let the girls out, not quite awake and well before my caffeine intake. I am startled to see that two of our three nest-boxes (which are big rabbit/pet houses) have disappeared. What? Why?
I let the girls out of the big henhouse, including the two not-so-serious broodies, and wander off around the garden to find any sign of intruders etc, leaving pre-school/Uni/college/work chaos behind me in the house. There they are...by the apple trees.....but why are they there??
I open the doors to both and immediately get hissed at by Daisy and fingers almost pecked by Shirley. Lifting them out one at a time, to have breakfast and do some ablutions, I see that each is sitting on 6 warm, fat, eggs. We were not hatching any eggs this summer. That was the plan. Budgets and time restrictions did not allow it. We didn't want the cockerel problems again.
Returning to the mess that had been my kitchen sans famile, I find a note from a rapidly departed DD, saying that she bought the eggs and that Day 21 is on my birthday (next month) "Happy Birthday Mum!"
So, what to do? I have 12 eggs - Splash Copper & Copper Blue Marans apparently - that I really don't want, although I am touched by the thought, but I cannot bring myself to leave them to die or go to waste. I suspect the cunning DD was banking on this. If I re-state the we-are-not-hatching-any-eggs reasons, the family will immediately go down the route of 'that's very mean and ungracious - they were a present' and I will go into mother-mode guilt trips.
Two caffeine shots later, I am beginning to feel abused but, I still cannot bring myself to remove the eggs from the girls.
What would you do?
Jules
So, this morning, I came down to let the girls out, not quite awake and well before my caffeine intake. I am startled to see that two of our three nest-boxes (which are big rabbit/pet houses) have disappeared. What? Why?
I let the girls out of the big henhouse, including the two not-so-serious broodies, and wander off around the garden to find any sign of intruders etc, leaving pre-school/Uni/college/work chaos behind me in the house. There they are...by the apple trees.....but why are they there??
I open the doors to both and immediately get hissed at by Daisy and fingers almost pecked by Shirley. Lifting them out one at a time, to have breakfast and do some ablutions, I see that each is sitting on 6 warm, fat, eggs. We were not hatching any eggs this summer. That was the plan. Budgets and time restrictions did not allow it. We didn't want the cockerel problems again.
Returning to the mess that had been my kitchen sans famile, I find a note from a rapidly departed DD, saying that she bought the eggs and that Day 21 is on my birthday (next month) "Happy Birthday Mum!"
So, what to do? I have 12 eggs - Splash Copper & Copper Blue Marans apparently - that I really don't want, although I am touched by the thought, but I cannot bring myself to leave them to die or go to waste. I suspect the cunning DD was banking on this. If I re-state the we-are-not-hatching-any-eggs reasons, the family will immediately go down the route of 'that's very mean and ungracious - they were a present' and I will go into mother-mode guilt trips.
Two caffeine shots later, I am beginning to feel abused but, I still cannot bring myself to remove the eggs from the girls.
What would you do?
Jules
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