Mama hen, at my parents' farm. She sat on her nest hidden deep in the long grass and hatched out 11 wee black chicks. When my mom moved her into the chicken house she slipped under the hen a guinea keet that had survived the briefly unplugged incubator. My boys inspect the hen house every chance they get and, yesterday, we saw the keet nestled up under mama's wing.
A beautiful moment and a reminder to an often frustrated and frazzled mama to just set a spell and hold my babies tight up under my own wings. These days are passing by way too fast.