|Beaver Creek before the kids arrived|
The severe summer storm brought down trees, took out power and littered the yards and roads with various-sized limbs and branches. A tornado took out an elementary school near Hawk Mountain Sanctuary, and though the principal was in the school at the time, she wasn’t hurt. It’s possibly a mark of how odd this summer is that it took a storm like that to bring about some normal summer weather. So I will enjoy the weather for a few days before the goop returns. Perhaps I’ll even have time to put together a new chicken run for the girls, a project hampered by the last three rainy weekends.
I have a broody hen, something of a rarity in Rhode Island Reds, who are notoriously poor mothers. She is, naturally, brooding where I don’t want her to brood. I tried moving her and the eggs, which didn’t sit well with her at all. She returned to her original spot within an hour, so I gave in and returned the eggs to her. They were still warm, so I hope all is well there. If I’m going to have a broody hen, I hope to get some chicks out of it. And if she’s going to have chicks, then I really need to get that new run built. Of course, Miss Broody may well decide that motherhood is not for her and give up before the 21-day hatch time is over. I’m also not sure she’s turning her eggs, as she should be, but she sure has plunked herself solidly in that one spot. There’s a long way to go before any hatching might occur. And even then some hens kill the chicks that hatch, which is not only should I not count the chicks before they hatch, but I’d better not count them afterwards, either.