Just a little observation, I was bored out of miny tiny mind in Dobies the other day whilst the "uber controller" was off looking at non-edible plants (nae interest there I'm afraid!) so I found myself in the happy company of a load of "Lochs & Glens" OAP holiday folks that had stopped for a wee wander. Anyhoo, shuffling through the books for sale I come across a little one by some wifie on "starting out with chickens". So, as the proud owner of far too many chooks I had a wee peruse & came across a section on hybrids.
Now being a black rock kinda guy (it goes with my metal music leanings!) I headed straight for that page. Thankfully, due to the presence of a bus load of the afore mentioned lochs & glens folks I was well supported during my near fainting experience due to reading in said book that broodieness had been bred out of black rocks!
Upon regaining composure & the power of speech I was nearly evicted from Dobies(can you imagine the shame) due to the choice of some "choice" words found in the more isalubrious pages of the Oxford English Dictionary.
Currently I have 1 BR sulking in the broody cage, I since shuffled off its mortal coil due to the whole broodieness thing being too much to cope with & one just started to give it the 'ol hackles rising" thang when approached near the nest box.
b*****ks to the books - nuff said!