From the beginning, my hens have had their favorite nest boxes. They have eight to choose from, and yet more than half of them lay their eggs in the same spot. From the beginning, they have graciously taken turns, and there was never a problem–until one of the hens recently got broody. When she decided to sit on the favored nest day in and day out, one of her sisters eventually had to reclaim her territory.
The above picture makes it look like Broody was enduring the treatment passively, but in reality she couldn’t stop uttering a sound I’ve never heard from a chicken before: an oddly porcine squeal. This looks a little more comfortable: