With Camilla on Spring break we decided to take a trip out to the acreage to watch the chicks hatch. Most of them ended up coming the day before we arrived, but one little egg waited just for us. When we got there it had just started "pipping".
There was a little hole and we could see it's beak poking out. Hatching is a long process, but the kids had fun running and checking on the little egg between play time.
Camilla got to help Gramma move the chicks from the hatcher to the coop. They had a pretty good success rate with their own eggs, but only ended up with one yellow chick out of the bunch. It quickly became Camilla's favorite and she named it "tiny". Happiness is holding fuzzy little chicks!
Hyrum and I snuck out before bed time to check on them and they were all happy as could be. He was tickled to crawl right in with them and hold a few. I tucked in the kids with a promise to wake them when the chick was about to hatch. I spent the rest of the night babysitting the egg and keeping a close eye on it. The hole eventually turned into a long crack as the little chick "zippered" around the egg counter clockwise.
I woke the older two when it got close to making it's way all the way around. Hyrum wiped his sleepy eyes, took one look, and then tucked back into bed. Camilla stood on the chair, wide eyed and excited, cheering the little guy on. It was quite exciting when it started pushing on the top of the shell and eventually popped out!
Camilla didn't want to go to bed after that. She had to make sure the little chick was alright and drying off before I could convince her to make her way back to bed. I sat and watched it until my parents got home and assured me that everything was normal. We named him pippin'. He stayed on his own in the hatcher until he was fluffy and walking well enough to join the rest.



