I love looking at the photos of all the broodies with their babies. This morning as I was watching Onyx with her little ones following around her, I marveled at how wonderful nature is - the mothering instinct in a hen - how she protects them - how they automatically run and wiggle their way under her when they are scared or want to rest. She didn't have to read a book on how to brood those eggs or how to mother the chicks. It's all instinct. I love it. Yesterday one of the other hens was pecking at the shavings around the babies, and one of the babies got right under her - and she pecked at it. The baby squeaked, and Onyx let that hen know immediately to leave her baby alone. Then Onyx will start scratching around in the shavings, one of the babies will get under her feet, and she'll send it flying along with the shavings. And the baby just picks itself up and carries on. I could literally watch them for hours.