This little red hen wants to be a mommy. She was in the nest box all morning long, clutching at all the eggs others had laid there and then recklessly abandoned. She goes broody, this one, every other month or so, and I have to gently nudge her out of the nest and off the eggs she's doing so well to keep warm. In spring, I'm going to let her sit and hatch eggs to her heart's content. But winter here is not the best time for little chickies, I'm afraid.
I wish I would accept gentle nudges to wait or to change course as graciously as she does - With only the slightest protest, a little ruffle of my feathers, dusting off of my beak, and a dignified strut over to rejoin the others.