An everyday miracle.

I wandered down to feed the chickens, I scattered the scraps as always and was startled by the donkey's passion for curried eggs. Then I looked around and there was this:

a black sex link hen with five chicks. Chicks of at least three parents. They were way out in the middle of the field, threading between various hooves.

Pleasingly Brigid ignored them. If only we could have confidence that the latest skunks to arrive in the barn would show similar indifference.