The first chick has hatched! I was out looking for eggs when I heard the definite little peeps of a new-hatched baby. I raised up Darla's hindquarters and snuck a peek and there it was. Just out of the shell. Exhausted, I am sure. It is hard work to be born, whether, as I said the other day, one emerges from a womb or from an egg. I love how she's resting on one of her still-in-the-shell siblings. Or he. Watch- all of the eggs that hatch will be roosters.
Lord, I hope not.
Mr. Moon and I had both noticed that Darla has not been getting off the nest at all as far as we could tell. Generally broody hens will get off the nest for a few minutes every day to eat a very quick bite, to sip a little water, to dust off in the dirt and then rush back to her eggs but I'm not sure Darla read that part of the handbook. So today I cut up some cantaloupe into tiny pieces and gave her a little dish of that and the regular chicken feed. She gobbled up the fruit and I cut more for her. I've also put a little waterer in with her, designed for chicks so that they do not drown in it and put marbles in it too as a further insurance against losing one of the babies. That has happened here before and it is heartbreaking.
I told Mr. Moon today that I thought I'd go to the Tractor Supply and get some chick starter but he said he'd go tomorrow as he has something else to pick up. When I saw the little chick out of its shell, I panicked for a second and then looked up "homemade chick feed" and there are many recipes including oatmeal mixed with hardboiled eggs and I made a little bit of oat bran cereal but I've gotten way ahead of myself. Some websites say that chicks can go forty-eight hours after hatching without food and water as they absorb all of the remaining nutrients in the shell before they peck their way out.
I should have known that.
Anyway, I am very, very excited.
I have no one to share my excitement with at the moment because Mr. Moon is at a friend's for a fish fry. I was invited too but I have lost whatever ability I may have ever had to socialize over the last year. I made a peach and blueberry and mulberry cobbler for him to take and sent him off with that and a gallon of vanilla ice cream. I'm sure that those will be far more of an asset to the party than I would be.
So let's see. What else?
Oh! Guess what? When you cook purple pole beans, they turn regular pole bean green.
And Mr. Moon picked the first two tomatoes of the year.
He also picked us two little sungold cherry tomatoes that were as sweet as any tomato I've ever put in my mouth. More flavor in one of those than in an entire giant store-bought tomato. You have to close your eyes when you eat them, they're so good. So sweet.
And no, I'm not kidding.
I have extremely plebeian tastes PLUS Bill Murray is in the movie as is Woody Harrelson and I love and adore Bill and have a very soft spot in my heart for Woody.
Oh hell. Go ahead. Judge me all you want. I couldn't care less.
Pass the hot sauce.