Today, I noticed that Henzilla seemed, well, fluffier than normal. She’s spent most of her confinement looking like a pancake with a head.
I pulled her up, and with a sinking heart saw another broken egg shell. But then I looked a little harder, and there it was. Yep, a wee baby chickiepoo.
Looked a little harder–and there are two.
So she’s a proud mama, and has proved us all wrong. She’s not a cannibal or a killer.