Broody Hens Again: Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Broodiness But Were Afraid To Ask

I got some questions about broody hens after yesterday’s post, so here’s more, plus an update on my broody hen situation.

To recap what I said yesterday in a couple of sentences: Chickens are really bad moms. The maternal instinct has pretty much been bred out of most breeds of chickens.

Typically the egg laying cycle goes something like this: (1) Just prior to laying an egg the hen’s pituitary pumps tons of a hormone called prolactin into her bloodstream and she clucks, “I’m gonna lay this egg, and then by golly, I’m gonna sit on it for 21 days until it hatches – I’m gonna have me a baby chick!” (2) Hen then lays previously mentioned egg. (3) Hen’s prolactin levels return to normal. (4) Hen says, “Wait….what was I thinking?” hops out of the nest & goes about her business of pecking and scratching. (5) Somebody collects the egg and we all get omelets.

It is actually a good thing hens are bad moms – if they started pining about all those lost eggs, got depressed and stopped laying eggs, we would all suffer. Also, a hen sitting on eggs is not necessary for the propagation of chickens. Some hobbyists still get baby chicks this way but the poultry industry relies on incubators almost completely.

Occasionally, though, after a hen lays an egg, her pituitary continues pumping prolactin and she gets very serious about sitting on the nest for the requisite 21 days and raising babies. That phenomenon is known to poultry people as broodiness. The term broodiness was coined to describe chicken behavior and only later was borrowed to describe people. But you can imagine how a broody hen acts. She sits alone in a dark place, growls threateningly at any chicken or person who comes near her, stops laying more eggs, and takes maybe a 5 minute break once a day to eat, drink, and poop. Otherwise, she just sits there 24/7.

Sadly, in most domestic poultry situations, because there is no rooster, a broody hen is sitting on sterile eggs that will never hatch. Also, more than likely her eggs are collected as she lays them, so she’s actually sitting on an empty nest and in deep denial.

This is exactly the situation that has been going on with my two little Silkie hens, Emily and Courtney.  Courtney has entrenched herself in a nest box with her head facing a back corner and looks just like a giant cotton ball from outside the nest box. Emily scratched out a depression in the straw on the floor in a back corner of the coop. Neither of them are sitting on any eggs, but there they sit. The perfect solution when a hen goes broody would be to give her some fertile eggs, or allow her to hatch her own, but of course then you have baby chicks and that is usually not a practical outcome. A less perfect solution is to break the hen’s broodiness.

If you surf the net, it isn’t hard to find all sorts of suggested methods for breaking broodiness. Some of them, such as dunking the hen in ice-cold water, seem extreme. I use a method that seems less cruel. I put my hens in jail. I put them in a wire crate, so they can’t go back to their nests. There’s nothing to make a nest out of in the crate, so they are unable to nest. In theory, after a few days in this situation, a hen’s raging hormones will abate and at that point she can go back in the coop with the other chickens. Normally, after some initial complaining, hens don’t seem to be too distressed to be in the crate. Eventually, they start eating again, and drinking, and roosting at night on a roost within the crate.

After a few days, they get out of jail, and are totally reformed chickens, their broodiness gone and forgotten.  In a couple of weeks they start laying eggs again.

This time, though – for the first time ever, I wanted to maintain the broodiness so these little hens could be moms for the baby chicks I’m bringing home later this month. To that end, I first decided to improve Emily’s situation. I created what I have dubbed a "luxury nest box" by turning a plastic waste basket on its side and putting a cushy excelsior pad in the bottom. Then I added a handful of golf balls – just like having real eggs to sit on! I removed Emily from the little nest she had made in the straw and put the luxury nest box down on top of her nest. Emily went to find some food and water – something she does only a couple times a day when she’s broody – and I went about my business. When I checked in with her later in the day, she was out in the main part of the coop clucking and scratching with the other hens. She had completely lost her broodiness. I was astounded. Considering the difficulty I’ve had in the past breaking Emily’s broodiness, I was amazed that I had accomplished it simply by covering her old nest with the luxury box.


One failure – on to the next hen. I took the same luxury nest box that had not provided any inspiration to Emily and put it in a small separate coop along with food and water, and then removed a protesting Courtney from her nest box and placed her in this coop. When I checked back later, Courtney had buried herself in the luxury box so far that all I could see was her fluffy white butt. And she was sitting on the pile of golf balls with great contentment. Yes! Success! Hopefully she’ll continue her vigil until the chicks show up!
All you can see is Courtney's fluffy backside as she tries with great determination to hatch golf balls .

Broody Hens

Buffy the Buff Orpington Demonstrates Broodiness

There is always an adjustment period when you add new hens to your flock.  Flocks maintain a strict pecking order and when new chickens are introduced the entire pecking order has to be reestablished.  This can be a brutal process.  You can expect pecking hard enough to draw blood – and the new hens usually take the brunt of it because they are young and inexperienced, they are smaller, and they are outnumbered.  There have been a couple of occasions where I have actually removed a chicken to prevent it from being injured or killed. 

I have always raised baby chicks under heat lamps and introduced them to the flock when they are old enough to defend themselves. With new babies showing up here at the end of the month I’ve been mulling over what I can do to make the process easier.  Right now I’m considering raising the babies with a broody hen.  Since the hen is already a member of the flock there is the potential that the flock will accept her chicks more readily than they would “strange” chickens.  And potentially the young ones will have a mom to protect them from the other chickens.  This is all great in theory.  First, though, I need a broody hen. 

A broody hen is simply a hen that sits on eggs until they hatch and then takes care of the babies.  Broody hens are as rare as hens’ teeth.  Broodiness has been bred out of most modern breeds of chickens because broodiness costs commercial egg producers money.  When a hen goes broody and decides that she wants to hatch a clutch of eggs, she stops laying more eggs and sits on her eggs almost around the clock with only very brief breaks to eat and poop.  If there is no rooster, she’s sitting on sterile eggs, but that doesn’t deter her.  If you take away all of her eggs, she will continue to sit in the empty nest, pining away.  If you are in the business of producing eggs, this hen is useless.  Not only is she not laying, but being broody is physically taxing since she’s not eating or exercising adequately.  So breeders have selected for hens that don't go broody and today most breeds simply never do.  They must be propagated entirely by artificial incubators.

There are some heritage breeds, though, that retain the propensity for broodiness – Marans are one such breed.  Orpingtons also frequently go broody.  And there are Silkies.  Silkies go broody at the drop of a hat.  The smallest trigger- changes in lighting, leaving eggs in the nest boxes too long, looking at them wrong – will make them go broody. It’s a problem.  While Silkies generally aren’t kept for egg production anyway, it is still unhealthy for a chicken to be broody all of the time.  So when my little fluffy girls go broody, I usually try to break their broodiness.  There are a several tried and true methods to break broodiness – more on that in a later post.

Right now both of my little Silkie hens are broody and rather than breaking them of it, I am encouraging them.  They are currently both sitting on a small pile of golf balls.  On the day I get my babies, I plan to sneak into the coop in the dead of night and surreptitiously remove the golf balls and replace them with baby chicks.  Hopefully, they will think that the eggs have hatched.  They will then raise their babies who will be destined to grow to be twice as big as they are.  When the time comes, Moms and semi-grown babies will be reintroduced to the flock. 


To be clear, I’ve never tried this before.  Will it work?  Stay tuned.

Emily and Courtney the Silkie Hens

Why Did The Blogger Cross The Road? To Get Started!

With my buddy, Snowball the Silkie Rooster
About nine thousand years ago, somebody in East Asia had the bright idea that they could nab some jungle fowl out of the wild and keep them in a little coop by their house.  Thus, the chicken was domesticated and keeping chickens became a thing.

My personal history of keeping chickens is a bit more recent.  I live on a mostly wooded acreage near the Twin Cities in Minnesota.  In the nearly thirty years that I have lived here, I have considered domestic livestock from time to time.  For many years we parked our cars in a 20 x 40 pole barn.  When we finally built a real garage about fifteen years ago, the pole barn became this empty and unused space.  That’s when I thought once again about livestock, and how I had an ideal building for animals.  I gave it enough thought to go through the list of possibilities.  Many farm animals are inconveniently large and ultimately get slaughtered for meat.  I decided I didn’t want to go there.  Alpacas and sheep can be kept for wool, and while my wife had a past interest in spinning, weaving, and natural dying, that phase had passed.  So, if I got sheep or alpacas I would need to find people who could put all that wool to practical use.  I could get cows or goats and put their milk to practical use myself.  But cows are gigantic and goats are, well….goats.  Chickens, on the other hand, produce eggs – another product I could use myself.  I grew up on a farm and am sort of familiar with raising chickens – although, in the interest of full disclosure, it was my mom who did the bulk of the chicken chores.  I thought they were pretty boring – a barn full of identical white hens who laid eggs for a while and then got turned into stew.  But after some net surfing, I came to realize that there were a gazillion different breeds of chickens in an amazing array of sizes, shapes, and colors.  They laid brown or blue or white or green eggs.  They were intelligent, and had fascinating social interactions.  Flock keepers were passionate about their birds.  They were anything but boring!  So maybe it would be chickens!

But it didn’t happen.  Instead, the pole barn became a convenient place to store junk.  Realistically, I was too busy with my career and raising my kids to think about animals.

Finally, in November of 2011, I started working part-time as the first step in a transition to ultimate retirement.  It was then that my daughter taunted me with, “You’ve been talking about chickens for years.  Now you’ve got spare time.  If you are ever going to get chickens, it needs to happen now.” 

I started building the first coop in 2012 and my first peeping boxful of baby chicks arrived in the mail in the spring of 2013.  I had become a chicken guy! My colleagues at work followed my chicken stories with great interest.  Several of them convinced me that it was absolutely incumbent upon me as a keeper of chickens to have a few Silkies.  I finally caved to their pressure and told them I would get some Silkie chickens, but to make it clear to the world who was responsible for these fluffy little birds becoming members of my flock, I would name the Silkies after those very co-workers.  This, of course, produced a severe case of workplace conflict which could only be resolved by my naming other chickens after other co-workers.  Eventually, my original batch of eighteen chickens all had names.  Many, but not all of them are named for co-workers.  The tradition of naming chickens has continued and now I can’t imagine owning a nameless chicken.

I finally completely retired in July of 2015.  I have been thinking about starting a blog about my chicken keeping experience since then, and today it has begun.  I have been semi-seriously blogging about my international travel experiences for a few years, so it is a natural extension for me to also write about my other great interest.  In fact, while I do a major trip about once a year, my chickens are here every day.  And they continue to be a great source of material.


My plan at this moment is to pull retrospective material about my chickens from old letters and Facebook posts and include it in this blog as back-dated posts to give a sense of how I got started on this endeavor and the trials and joys of the first few years.  So ultimately this seminal post may become lost somewhere in the middle.  But for the moment, this will be both the first and the last entry in this new blog.  There will be much more to come.

October Coop News


Angitou and Emily opted out of the nest boxes today & made a nice little nest on the floor - some hens just think outside the box.

Chicken picture of the day: The humongo hen Carmen Maranda the Marans and her friend Maran the Marans hens hanging out in front of the nest boxes.

Emily the Silkie hen out for a walk. So hard to photograph this sweet little hen - she's black & her eyes are covered by fluffy feathers!

Courtney spent too much time in the rain & now she has dreads.


A New Hen Named Courtney!



The little white Silkie hen pictured here has lived the entire two years of her life in a children's book store, where she was loved by all who encountered her. Unfortunately, she pecked a toddler last week and for liability reasons, the store can no longer keep her. So now she will become a Hipster Hen. So, everyone, I'd like you to meet Courtney the Silkie hen. As many of you know I tried naming Snowball "Courtney" at first.  He was fine with that name until the day he decided he was a rooster—and from then on he complained bitterly until we finally came up with a more manly name for him.  Then we got another Silkie named Courtney this past spring – and when he turned into a rooster we returned him to the breeder, because we just had too many roosters!  It would be very, very unusual if it this two-year-old egg-laying hen were to become a dude.  So, I think we're finally good with the name. So happy to have this little girl join the flock!

Spring in the Coop



March 14:  This afternoon's project: I built this nifty set of nest boxes for the new coop out of scrap lumber & repurposed kitty litter containers.


March 18: Spring is around the corner. The snow is all gone except for this Snowball.


March 23:  Chicken Picture of the Day: Angitou the Golden Polish!  What a sweetheart!

The New Coop Progress and Other Stuff


Here are Betty the Easter Egger and Linda Leghorn relaxing on the roost.

Angitou the Golden Polish pullet thinks a John Deere tractor wheel is a great place to roost.

Jan 3 - The new coop is framed up. Hopefully with the holidays out of the way I can start to make some real progress on it.

Jan 17 - Snowball and Emily inspect progress on their new coop. It's going slowly - ran wire for lights today.


Jan 31 - Lights and heat are done. Walls are up. Still need door and insulation.