We knew something was up, and as her rooster friend Harry had been visiting regularly D and I had joked about the possibility of Pippa having some eggs hidden somewhere. Well, turns out she did! And when I arrived home from doing the groceries yesterday morning she emerged from under the house to greet me, and in the overgrown grass behind her I could hear a squeaky kind of commotion - a '10 chicky babes' kind of commotion as it turns out.
I was instantly overcome with cuteness, and snapped a picture to text to D who was at work to share Pippa's news.
Chickens have been on our 'one day' list since we moved here, and by that I mean 2 or 3 of them, but knowing that these little black fluff balls hatched here, it only seems right that they should stay.
There are 9 black chicks and one that is mostly white. I have had the name Snow picked out for the white Alpaca that is somewhere in our future, but I couldn't help give our little odd-one-out this name as it just suits him/her so perfectly! The rest will remain unnamed till we can tell them apart, and if that day never comes they will be known by the group name 'Royals'.