Don’t be fooled by the vacant, docile stare. Elspeth means business, and by business I mean sitting on eggs at any cost. She’s got three at the moment (none belonging to her) and she repeatedly shrieks like some prehistoric monster and bites my hand if I try to take them.
Her butt is like a furnace, so I think we might have our first broody hen. Notice she’s ‘tidied’ the nest box by kicking all of the straw out. Lovely!