Upon returning home from our trip we discovered a funny sight. The hens decided that my hanging basket was a comfortable nest to lay their eggs in. To top that one broody mama decided that her next clutch of eggs should be hatched in that same location.
What to do? We have a constant problem with predators. Left alone she would quickly become the next meal for a passerby raccoon, opossum, or snake. You name the animal. The idea arose to simply move the hanging basket at night, with her in the basket, onto a nail inside the chicken coop. Of course we could just move the entire nest and hen into a nesting box, but in the past the method has proved unsuccessful for us.
Without further ado, here she is…our Hen named Queen.
We are a family of five seeking to live a non-disposable life in a disposable world.