...it's a beautiful thing... The hens don't realize that the ball is not another hen's egg. We place balls in the nests so that the hens (particularly the young ones) know where to lay their eggs. Otherwise we would find them in the strangest locations!
You need to keep looking too or one day you may find a huge nest filled with what will be rotten eggs. We used to find them up in the barn haymows. All rotten.
This is a nice hen and we used something but I can't remember what it was. I never saw a golf ball in my life until I was in the Army in 1953. So what we used to get hens to set is no longer in my memory.
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Funny, the ways we think to use things.
You need to keep looking too or one day you may find a huge nest filled with what will be rotten eggs. We used to find them up in the barn haymows. All rotten.
This is a nice hen and we used something but I can't remember what it was. I never saw a golf ball in my life until I was in the Army in 1953. So what we used to get hens to set is no longer in my memory.
Oh that's funny! I had no idea!
Awww... she's so cute! She looks a little nervous though. Like she's not sure what that golf ball is really for.
That's so interesting....and a great use for a golf ball! I would have never known!
If hen play golf ....
;-)
You might want to tell your chicks that they're also great for self-massage, especially on de feets, er, claws.
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