The other broody, the little hen that came last year from a mixed bunch of eggs, also sat in the tall grass just outside the fence. She was totally unprotected there. If the predator found her, the dogs would not be able to get over the fence in time. She hatched 14 babies, cute little fluffy things so tiny. She herself is not more than a few pounds, part Polish and possibly part Ameraucana, though definitely a bantam. The 15th egg was zipped, meaning the baby was alive and trying to get out of the shell. I did not feel I should take the chance and leave the brood there, so I packed them up and moved them into a hoop coop in the yard where they are fully protected. The last egg was placed carefully under the mamma. She was adorable with the little fuzzy butts peeking out from under her feathers. Yet, I was reminded of the sad little mamma who nearly lost her life sitting on her eggs. So, I took a chance.
I brought the injured mamma to the brood and put her inside. She heard the chirping babies and immediately went to them. The real mother did not reject her, but instead allowed her to rest beside her. I feel they will share the chicks. Later in the evening when I checked on the two mothers, they were sleeping peacefully with wings spread to keep the little ones warm . The injured broody was content and the mamma was content and the babies were, well, how could they not be happy with two mothers? They were all resting contentedly. Zzzzz.