One of my Black Copper Marans started pipping last night and another just started a while ago. Patience isn't my thing. I peeked at them several times through the night. Hurry up! Poor little buggers. They have thick shells.
I'm thinking the chicks I ordered should be here today, too. When I broke the news that I'd ordered them to my husband, I casually told them I'd "ordered a few chicks" and didn't elaborate much. Last night he finally asked for an exact number I hemmed and hawed for a bit (waited till he didn't have food in his mouth, because I didn't feel like doing the Heimlich) and finally blurted out, "seventeen."