Buffy had started acting broody. The typical signs, defensive posture all fluffed out, acting weird. That lasted a week or so without sitting in the nesting box. She would act like that occasionally, but not consistently. Then one day the beginning of last week she went into the nesting box and stayed there all afternoon on a day that was unseasonably hot. I pulled her out and she stayed out, but the next day she did it again. It went downhill over the course of the week until last night when I knew she had to serve time in chicken jail, aka a broody-box.
Now what that is, is a cage, a dog cage, with food and water, and a 3″x2″ for her to roost on. No floor, for her to nest, and it allows constant air flow underneath her. This breaks the broodiness cycle in two or three days.
So I just went out to the garage, set-up chicken jail and incarcerated her. She was quiet and docile as I pulled her from the nesting box and put her in the cage. I left the door open and put up some wire mesh to keep the other hens from going in an antagonizing her.
I went back in the house and after five minutes or so there began the alarm cry, starting with one hen, then taken up by all the others. Thinking it was this young cat that is a recent addition to the neighborhood I went out to look. I quickly realized the loudest cry, and the source of commotion was Buffy in the garage. She is squawking with all her feathered might, as loud as possible. I turned the garage light on and closed the door. I’ve got to just let her squawk herself out.