Chicks hatch
Friday afternoon, I stopped by to check on our
broody hen.
At first, I thought she was turning her eggs --- she was raised off
the nest a little bit, and her beak was underneath her belly.
Then I saw that one egg seemed to have a small hole in it. I
leaned closer....
"Grawwk!!" Rather than losing a finger, I backed off and the
mother hen settled back into place. I started to leave, then
heard the first tiny "peep" from underneath her.
I sat by the coop for about an hour, hoping to catch a shot for you all
to see (or at least a glimpse for myself.) But despite hearing
several peeps, and what seemed to be the sound of a tiny chick pecking
its way out of its shell, I never got a glimpse of a chick.
Do we have one homegrown chick or a dozen? Maybe I'll know by the
end of the day. Meanwhile, I'll leave you with this photo of the
mother hen, a piece of straw stuck to her comb. She may look cute
and fluffy, but I won't be petting her anytime soon.
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About us: Anna Hess and Mark Hamilton spent over a decade living self-sufficiently in the mountains of Virginia before moving north to start over from scratch in the foothills of Ohio. They've experimented with permaculture, no-till gardening, trailersteading, home-based microbusinesses and much more, writing about their adventures in both blogs and books.
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