This spring, two of the hens became broody, refusing to leave nests they fashioned out of rocks near the garden hose faucet. A few fertilized eggs from an instructor's farm were brought in to give the hens something to sit upon. They sat and sat through snow, sleet, rain and a bit of sun, for about three weeks. Raccoons, possums and mother nature whittled away the hatchlings leaving one little survivor. Both hens have taken on mothering duties, jointly caring for the chick day and night. The chick has a habit of riding on a mother's back around the yard, and has somehow been transported to the highest perch in the coop to roost at night, hidden in one of the mothers' feathers.
