That’s what we playfully call our broody hens who tuck, tuck, tuck about ruffling their feathers and really are besides themselves once the coop goes under lock down in the afternoon to break the broodies.
When I put the chicken coop under lockdown the other day our bantie Estella (aka “Stells”) was frantic! Screeching and tucking, she needed to be on the nest and now! Though I sympathize and try to explain to her that she’d be a good mother but without a rooster nothing is gonna happen and that she just needs put her mind to other things and move on. But you can’t just break a broody hen overnight, it takes some time for all mothering hormones to subside until then they don’t take to any reasoning on our part.
So till she gets the broodiness out of her system, Estella tries to find a warm place to sit and continue her nesting instincts.
Not quite sure if Fairlight, one of our goats, understands all the hormonal maniacs running about but she takes all the ruckous with an air of indifference and tolerates their antics.
Would you mind if I roost right here?
PS Because our critters are heritage breeds a few are slightly more broody then the overbreed typical, standard chickens.