Nutmeg the Cubalaya chicken-dog has a bad case of the broodies. So bad that she rarely gets out of the coop. To ensure she's getting some feed and water, I've been taking her out of the coop in the morning when I put out the fresh corn and mixed greens treat that all the chickens get (yeah, they're spoiled).
It takes her a second or two shake off the broody mindset after I set her on the ground. Once she's cleared her mind, however, she'll quickly scarf down some greens and peck some fresh corn, then run-run-run into the chicken pen to scarf down some water and feed, then scoots right back into the laying box. She's got a cracked porcelain egg that she's keeping nice and toasty, day and night, and I daresay it loses only a couple of degrees of heat before she's right back on it.
I'm hoping she'll shake the broodiness soon. I miss my little buddy.
[Hmm. Maybe I need to get out more.]