Hey everybody, meet Charmin. My sister named him/her. He is the only hardy little thing to have survived the not terribly attentive nest sitting of Georgina the Flighty Hen. I discovered him late Thursday night. He was stuck in his shell as the membrane had dried around him. I pulled it away, and he was fine.
Georgina may not have been the best nest sitter, but she is being a good mama. When he is chirping loudly because he is cold, she stops eating, settles down, and lets him warm up under her wing. She is showing him the food and water, and he follows her around dutifully.
I wasn't sure how Esther (the other Hen Wife) and her two chicks would react, but they seem to be leaving Georgina and Charmin alone.
And now for a Mom story. My sister picked her up from the AD facility after the respite weekend, and brought her to her house for a while before meeting up with me. She had a few tomatoes sitting on her table from her garden. Mom was messing with them, she likes to stick her thumb in them and split them open. Mom told my sister, "Ann has a lot of these."
I was completely dumbfounded when my sister told me this. For one thing, she used my name. She remembered that I have a lot of tomatoes. And she expressed that thought. She really is in there. It's hard to remember that sometimes.