Weeks ago, I gave up chasing after our hen and rooster. It was clear that they did not want to return to the coop every night, so I let them alone. Oddly enough, once they were secure in their freedom, they started spending more time in our yard. However, the little hen's visits became less and less frequent and I had a hunch that she was tending a nest somewhere nearby.
Sure enough, a few days ago, I got a phone call from our neighbor letting me know that our little black hen had been spotted with a nest full of eggs under the wash sink of some neighbors up the hill. Yesterday, at precisely the moment I was contemplating what to write for the blog, I heard a call through the green, bushy fence letting me know that the chicks had hatched.
Right away, I walked up to collect our little hen and her new "pio pios." After a short chat with my neighbors, I walked back down to our house with a cardboard box full of the new little family. Seven fluffy, impossibly cute baby chicks have been lovingly welcomed into our lives. The girls are ecstatic and our hen knows the coop well enough to feel right at home with her fragile brood.
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