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For a long time, the Crooked Little Hen laid her eggs in a hole she dug just for this purpose in an old chair around the side of the porch. It was a handy location from whence to collect them and they stayed nice and clean.
Only apparently she got a little upset with the way they kept disappearing and she started laying them on top of a bale of hay. She lays particularly narrow oval blue eggs and she is the only one who lays them exactly in that narrow, long shape so they are easy to spot as hers.

I started picking them up from the bale of hay.
Then she stopped laying them there, too.
I didn’t know where she went with her eggs until yesterday when I found this pile of pretty blue eggs in her signature narrow, blue oval design. They have Crooked Little Hen stamped all over them.

I don’t particularly want her to hatch any eggs. She might pass along her defect. But she made this nest in a particularly difficult to reach spot so it’s still there. The little sneak.

I know I should get in there and pick up the eggs.
I can’t let her have babies…..
I just can’t.
But maybe she’s just following her heart. Maybe she just wants someone to love who would be all her own, someone who wouldn’t judge her. Maybe the babies wouldn’t have her defect and maybe she doesn’t care if they did. Maybe she’s just trying awfully hard to be a….

Crooked Little Mama.
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But that is so sad and so sweet. Just let her have her babies. I want babies too; I can understand. She’ll probably be a good mama chicken. And, she’ll be so busy attending to the young ‘uns to stare at you through the window- no more cute little stalker chicken!
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Though, it doesn’t sound like she’s really broody yet. Another thing, if she hatches any chicks, they’ll be porch dwellers too thanks to mama teaching them how great it is there, and your porch numbers will grow.
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I would leave her be just to see what she has.
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Had to close the hatch door to the upstairs after that. Imagine the smell if a barn rat had opened those eggs up!
I think you should try giving CLH someone else’s eggs in her pile. But it sounds like she’s not actually setting (at least yet), so maybe she just likes this laying place better.
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If she goes broody just switch her eggs out for some others, that way you will not have to worry about her passing on her cross beak defect
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