I knew she was specical. From the first moment I saw her. Sitting there, peeking at me through the bator window. Lounging on the un-hatched eggs in the carton, like a little queen. I layed my hand slowly in the bato as not to scare her, and she hopped onto my palm and fell into a deep sleep. I held her close and knew she would be something great. As I type, Izzy is "helping" me type, pecking the "q" and standing on the letters I need to use. As she grows, I'll add more stories and pics. BTW she will prob. be the only one for a while, I don't think her companions will hatch and the next batch is due next week. So wish me and Izabelle luck.
Hens go broody when you don’t want them to… and won’t go broody when you do.
