Pudgy is broody. She’s miserable with thwarted motherhood hormones coursing through her system. She stays in the preferred nesting box all day, ignoring the cries from the other gerls, who hop from one leg to the other, desperate to get into the nesting box to lay their eggs.
Pudgy just sits, “gluck-gluck-glucking”, fluffed up, looking miserable but single-mindedly warming up the plastic egg I keep in there to encourage egg laying.
This photo shows what happened after I lifted Pudgy out and made her go for a walk to get some cool air around her nether regions. Hazel leaped in and took over the nesting box to lay an egg. Pudgy came back, fished out the plastic egg and lay down with it beside the box, keeping Hazel company. (They are best friends, after all.)
The trouble is, the other gerls are laying their eggs in weird places. I found a broken one in their water bowl yesterday. Poor gerl probably hung on for as long as she could…. and then POP!