Earlier this morning while I was milking Mamie, I heard something… I milk her right outside the hen house. I listened again, for all was quiet in the early morning. The only sounds were the squirts of Mamie’s warm milk and her chewing… then, I heard it again. This time, I *knew* I was wasn’t hearing things.
I heard a very certain little…
*cheep*
And then again
*cheep, cheep*
THRILLING!
One of the hens has hatched off her eggs, says I.
I finished off the milking and walked around the hen house.
There right outside the doorway was this little precious bundle.
We have named her Cleo for now, because of the dark ‘eye-liner’ she has around her eyes. Cameo thought it made her look Egyptian. And of course Cleopatra, Julius Caesar and Marc Antony was some of our last figures we studied before we ended up this past years homeschool, so it was fresh on their mind.
If ‘Cleo’ happens to be a boy… because you really can’t tell at this point… then she, er I mean he will be called Julius.
We are really starting to feel like a real farm.
I mean, when you have eggs that actually hatch, that’s pretty stinkin good, right? 🙂
I have Cleo inside in a box under a lamp for now. Once her brother and sisters hatch off (Oh, I hope they do)… I am going to try and slip her in with them.
Until then, she is quite happy in her little indoor home.
