Yellow Chick Awesome has been broody for six long weeks. The first eggs she sat on produced nothing. The big Cluckingham Mystery that has never been solved. There was nothing in the nest, no eggs, not a trace of a shell or a chick. That still hasn't been solved to my satisfaction. She was not deterred, so we slid another set of eggs under her. I thought they were due on around the 14th or 15th and I came in on the 15th to find her off a nest full of unhatched eggs. I assumed that another batch of eggs were infertile, though I can't understand how that could be as annoyingly active as our roosters are. I realized those eggs must be pretty awful by now, so I knew I'd have to get in there and get a mad hen off that nest and physically move her outside every day. When I came in today, she'd already done me the favor of moving off the nest and was just plunked down on the coop floor, a bit puffed up as broody hens are. I pulled out the nest box and before I could examine the contents, what did I spy? A baby chickie.
No, just a minute, two, wait, three baby chickies. I just can't help but think that is the cutest bit of fluff ever!
I brought in a little cup of food and they wasted no time diving right in.
Speaking of babies, Rae-rae is finishing up the details before their home study for adoption. Praying every day for that little baby and the brave girl that makes the decision to let Rae raise her child. I wish there was a way to tell her how loved and devoted Rae and Michael, Aunt Lois and Pap and I will be to that new little wonder. I can't help but feel it would ease her mind. We will be anxiously awaiting number seven.