After 2 ½ days in solitary confinement, our broody hen metamorphosed back into her normal self. When she first went in the broody-busting cage, she’d do her Henzilla act – fluffing her feathers, lifting up her wings, clucking – whenever we got near her. And then, yesterday morning, I went in to give her more food, and she didn’t do it. She just paced back and forth like a regular chicken.
We let her out with the flock, and she spent the day free-ranging, with not even a wistful look at the nest boxes. She spent last night on a roost bar, like a proper chicken, and she came down the ladder with her flock-mates this morning.
She is so busted.