This morning I noticed that the nozzle for the chick’s water wasn’t open, and there were two chicks outside their pen and a bunch of black feathers nearby. My assumption is that Tom forgot to open the water nozzle for the chicks, that some in desperation left the pen to get to water and at least one was killed by the eagles.
But then I noticed some movement by the wing of one of our chicken hens.
And then I noticed a chick.
So our original peahen’s egg actually hatched, thanks to the chickens. I did not think it was viable as it was abandoned so many times, but I guess the weather was warm enough to keep it alive. I am so happy.
I have been picking raspberries recently. Yesterday I made Rose Raspberry Sangria.
I drank it today, and it is lovely. I love the rose scent, definitely a good use of rose petals and raspberries.
Then this evening I made my yearly Buttery Raspberry Lemon Cake. Here it is.