Anyway, at one point in the afternoon, Dante discovered Luna standing up away from where she'd been sitting on the eggs and chicks. Those four eggs are the ones that we heard peeping in this morning. By Friday evening, one of them had hatched, one had a pip so we could see a bit of the chick moving around inside. And by hatch I mean that Luna stepped on it's shell.
An eggshell is designed to distribute weight applied to it, so that you can't take a proper egg in the palm of your hand and squeeze it to break. However, once the chick has broken a hole into the shell, well, all bets are off and when your big momma hen steps on your egg, it will shatter. We thought the poor bedraggled thing that emerged halfheartedly from the wreckage was dead or very close to it. But, it turns out that after a few hours under momma's wings and the baby seemed fine.
Four babies, four peeping eggs.
Luna helped this one break free.
But after a few hours snuggling with Luna, little No. 5 fluffed up as adorably as everyone else.
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