Our Hen sat on way too many eggs for too long. So, last Sunday, we went into the nest to get rid of all the bad eggs she kept sitting on. And, in there we found that the one mini-chicken egg she sat on was hatching and peeping away. The other 20 eggs were no good. (Turns out they were never fertilized. Our roosters are both Bantums- and didn't fertilize the full-size hens.)
Well, Sunday night we had one fully-hatched, half-wet chick under that determined black hen. And, I just prayed it would live til morning so the girls could see the little miracle. I can't write with enough emphasis how amazing this tiny event was for me! I had decided all hope was lost for us to have any successful hatching. And, then, that tiny, wobbly ball of fur peeps away under her mother. It is just beautiful! I long so much to have more contact with animal raising/tending! I hope I can find a way to weasel my way into helping our Amish friends on their farm sometime soon. I wish so much to touch a horse again. Or milk a cow. Or, heck, I'll take just weeding a garden! I need some farm chores. The chickens are just too easy, I guess. Maybe I should try to raise some more fish. (See September 07 posts)
Now, Tuesday morning, it is still alive and very healthy, but the Hen doesn't want to get up. In fact, she takes all the eggs the other hens lay, and sits on them!
3 comments:
Honey, I love you, but you do not need more work. We'll have a garden soon, I promise!
Isn't Royal the greatest? Listen to that comment!
lol, i love you both! and yes he is sweet. it's nice to have a man like that around. toby is taking care of our garden.
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