Yesterday evening, I got home around 4:45 to lock in the flock. I wanted to check for eggs because I didn’t want them sitting in the nesting boxes overnight. Since some of the chickens sleep in the boxes, the last thing I wanted to happen would be for another hen to go broody!
All the chickens were already inside the coop. I gently lifted up the nesting box lid. In the far left box, I retrieved a small Silkie egg. In the far right box was our rooster, Chocolate. I had never seen him sleep there before. Afraid of getting attacked, I gently closed the lid.
Early this morning I went to let the chickens out and check for eggs. In the box, where Chocolate had spent the night, were two large very cold eggs. I swear he must have been sitting on those eggs when I checked for eggs last night. For reasons unknown, I think he sat on those eggs. How long, I do not know. Be it possessiveness or fatherly instinct, as of today I shall nickname him Mr. Mom.