The chickens have hatched.

Of course the eggs weren’t’ fertile so Liz went to visit the Taylors (again) and got eight eggs. We waited for 21 days managing our impulsivity, predicting how many chicks would hatch and all the while Brownie sat tight, very tight in the special nest box placed where she had chosen to make her original nest. On Friday five chickens hatched. This-morning there was great excitement when the children who had been most interested in the clucky hen process arrived and saw the little bundles of fluff. Throughout the day children enjoyed lying on the mat beside the coop, they were enthralled and enjoyed relaxing and observing Brownie and her chicks, -“why is she tipping the food out?”, “this is so calming “said Ashleigh (teacher), Cayden said. “ I think she is looking after her chicks, keeping them warm.” They tipped their little heads and beaks up to drink just like their mum. Ron, the caretaker, popped his head over the fence to say hello and check how things were going too.Abby said "the one with eyebrows is a girl and all the others are boys." ( we hope not)