One day earlier than forecast (or possibly 2 as Peblo looked very shifty when I checked her yesterday) this little chick is the sole hatchee from our clutch of eggs.
Peblo vailiantly sat on the rest all today but has now given up and buried them in the sawdust like a penny fair brantub.
One out of eight is not exactly a great result - but then again, at least we won't have the problem of too many cockerells - this one gets to stay no matter what he/she/it turns out to be.
The girls have decided that it will be called Comet or Winn Dixie depending on the gender (I'm not sure which is meant to be male, which female). I'm not even sure what type of hen he/she is. It is very exciting. I quite fancy a Welsummer cockerell called Winn Dixie.