Ruby isn’t our only broody girl around here. Our should’ve-been-dinner pullet Chicken Patty is feeling the urge too!
Maggie, our black Australorps, was the only other girl that we’ve had who’s ever sat for more than a day. And Patty, who is such a dear of a bird, is the funniest Angry Hen that you could meet. (When they’re broody, see, they get all pissy and puffed-up fluff-the-neck-feathers “mean.” Like, that is going to stop me from getting those eggs. Wait! I forgot about the fact that their beaks are quite sharp…)
Anyway, with no roosters around here (yet) our Patty is sitting on duds. I am surprised, though, by her persistence. It means she’s not had the urge bred out of her, which makes me recommend these slow-growing Cornish all the more from Privett Hatchery. They’re great. She’s great! We plan to save a rooster and another hen from this year’s meat birds to make more Chicken Patties. Wouldn’t you?