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| Oh the deep dark gaze of the broody hen as she sits on her eggs, day in and day out. I feel so bad for them as I collect their eggs leaving their fake egg behind. Nature is the only thing that will make her break the hypnotic state of a broody hen. Sadly we can't let them all sit, we just wait for that blank stare to show their spirit again. |
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