Do you remember Miss Prissy? She is the little red hen that sits on my shoulder. She also comes in the house to eat meal worms at my feet.
Well, the last two weeks she has been squatting at my feet. She is showing respect for my position of dominance in her life. In other words, there is no rooster to squat for, so I am it. I reach down and scratch her shoulders, then rub her back and tail. She feels accepted. It is all good.
If there were a rooster, she would squat for him (and run from me), he would rub her shoulders and tail. She would be his-not mine. That is why I do not have a rooster. That, and the fact that his beautiful voice would irritate the neighbors.
Squatting is also a sign of maturity. So I have been watching carefully. Today I found what I was looking for. Normally she comes to great me when I go outside. I found Miss Prissy in a tight little corner. She was very focused, and would not come out.
I kept checking, she was there for at least an hour. When she came out I found that she had sat on another hen’s egg; then laid her very one, very first brown egg. Good girl!
Now she is to be called Ms. Prissy.
I do have a crate filled with straw for them. But they insist on laying in this area. Over time, they will learn to lay in the crates like the big girls do.
The two outside eggs are from my black copper marans, the olive eggs come from an Americauna/maran cross, the middle egg is Prissy’s.