A little while back I wrote a post in honor of little Prissy, who was diligently setting a clutch of fifteen eggs. Last Friday, when I got home from work and looked for her under the azalea bush where she had been for three weeks, all I found was her nest full of eggshells. She already had her little brood out and about around in the yard pecking at this and that and whatever looked interesting.
Aren't they just the cutest things? I love this photo. For some reason, every time I see it I want to say "Guess What?" to whoever is around.
I had been worried that we wouldn't have any chicks at all. Last Monday when I happened to catch Prissy off of her nest and peeked, there were only eight eggs instead of the fifteen that were originally there. I still don't know what happened to them- there was no evidence of broken shells. I attempted to move her, but she would have nothing to do with it. (Note to self: Don't mess with a setting hen!) But five fuzzy butts are enough for her to keep up with right now. Mama and babies are now in a safer place than the azalea bush, and are all doing well. I'm hoping for a few more hens!