When I came home this evening I spotted the first cracks in the egg. I was expecting the crack to slowly spread over the hours. I don’t know why, but in my mind I imagined a slow and laboured chipping away at the shell until the chick encased inside would slowly emerge.
The reality of the first hatching was a little more startling. One minute it was a crack and the next minute there was a little baby chicken cheeping away and staggering its way about the inside of the incubator. We had been constantly taking quick looks at the eggs every time we walked past until it all happened within the blink of an eye.