For the last ten days HP (HennyPenny) has been sent to Coventry, aka Chicken Dignity Village, rather than in the main pen with the three speckledy sisters. I'd been suspecting that her egg-laying days were behind her, several signs were pointing that way... when I refill the calcium supplements, the other hens go to town, like one of the wooden carved Russian "pecking chickens" toys, and she ignores it.
She was definitely eating more than her share of the food, and is looking particularly plump. My friend Sharon suggested that I pick her up and feel her pelvic bones; if a hen is laying well, her undercarriage will be nice and wide, about 2 ½ to 3 fingers apart. HP was none to happy to have me feeling up her bottom, but her bony bits were much closer than that, I could barely fit two of my child sized fingers (and just to explain, you are fitting your fingers, under her feathery self, to feel for the pokey-outy bits, kind of like our elbows, but different. I think that the pelvic bones are more like the sitting-on bones when you are riding a bike, not that HP rides a bike... (but I digress)
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