Since placing the set of fertile eggs under Ginger Margaret I have been waiting, waiting, waiting for something to happen. Five eggs turned to four when a naughty chicken rolled one out of the nest and pecked at it. Now four eggs might mean just one chick. We’ll have to wait and see, as only one of the eggs had shown obvious signs of life and movement.
This morning, to my absolute delight and glee, the little Marsh Daisy had hatched. I’d been given a clue yesterday when I’d heard chirping coming from inside the egg, but I’ve felt like we’ve been waiting so long that nothing would ever happen.
I popped in to see Ginger Margaret this morning and give her a drink of water and some raisins. I thought nothing had changed, but then I saw a tiny little foot sticking out from beneath her. Gently I lifted her feathers back and… wow! A baby!
^ Baby’s first poo. Ahhhh.
I couldn’t resist picking the tiny thing up and giving it a once-over, it is so beautiful. Don’t worry, Ginger Margaret was okay with that, she’s used to me hanging about. We’re friends.
The little chick chirped away, it’s stumpy little wings stuck out, as it stumbled around, eventually tucking itself back under it’s adopted mother. Ginger Margaret shuffled and settled down, and I closed the door quietly behind me, leaving them in peace.