One week ago today, ten out of twelve fertile eggs placed under our brooding hens hatched. I'm happy to report there are still ten baby chicks scurrying about the chicken coop. The day we spent vermin-proofing the chicken run was well worth it.
We're feeling like successful chicken farmers, but the credit really goes to those patient, tender hens. Motherhood becomes them. Watching the chicks grow under their tutelage and care is oh so different than raising chicks under a heat lamp. It's simply amazing that three hens sat for 24 hours a day, for 21 days (that's over 1500 hours of combined sitting!), on eggs they did not lay themselves, to produce these precious peeps.
Ain't life grand?