A few weeks ago on one of my visits to collect the eggs, I opened the back door and found this:
Betty decided she wanted to hatch some eggs. This happened earlier in the season once with Farrah Fawcett.
The poor girls get it in their heads that they've got a nice pile of eggs, why not have a seat and try to hatch 'em? Of course, this won't work, no matter how diligently they sit. We have no Mr. Chicken to fertilize the eggs.
Betty was not interested in the least in letting me get the eggs, but eventually I coaxed her up and she walked off (maybe in a huff. Maybe not. I may have been imagining that).
The eggs underneath her were so toasty warm. I can see why this would be conducive to chick hatching (again--if that were biologically possible, which it is not).
Fortunately, Betty gave up her plight after just one day. It took us a week or so to get FF to lay off (oh boy).
Kinda sad, but we certainly don't need any more chickens...