I have a blogging friend called Glenda, over at As Life Happens and she has been telling this wonderful saga of Olive, a Polish Hen, who had been sitting on infertile eggs for 27 days, waiting for them to hatch. I have been following this little story, and found it to be so sad! Then, on Mothers Day, a little miracle happened. Please pop over to Glenda's blog and read all about Olive and how she came to be a very proud mother of this new little baby chick. It is really heartwarming. You will have to go back a few posts to catch the full story, but I promise you that it will be worth it!
Now Glenda had a little competition amongst her Followers to come up with a name for this new arrival, and you can read the suggestions on her blog. It had to be a name that would be suitable to be altered to a girl or a boy, for when they find out whether the little chick is male or female.
Anway, I put forward the name Rube, so that it could be Ruben if it was a little fella, and Ruby if it turned out to be a little gal. Guess what, my suggestion was chosen. YAY! There were no prizes in this competition, but I feel that I am now an honorary Mama to this little chick, and I shall be following its progress with trepidation, hoping that it will grow big and strong!
Talking about chickens, this is something that the hubby has been on about for a couple of years now. I wasn't that keen, but then I thought that it would be quite nice (I would actually love to keep Alpacas, but that's another story. If you don't know what one looks like, just look at this picture. Aren't they just adorable?!).
Anyway, going back to my hubby wanting chickens, the Christmas before last, as one of his pressies, I bought him a chicken-keeping course somewhere deep in the countryside! Off we trundled, and had a wonderful time, learning how to look after the chickens, how to clip their wings, how to pick them up etc. etc. , but here we are, two years later, and stilll no chickens! To be fair to hubby, he is always very busy. Perhaps when he FINALLY retires - not that I can see that ever happening! Oh well, at least he's not hanging round under my feet all day.
I think my grandchildren would love to be able to walk down the other end of the garden and collect fresh eggs for their breakfast, don't you?!
