All year long I curse the pesky Magpie's who steal the eggs from the henhouse and take some of the baby chicks, whilst at the same time admiring their cunning cleverness.
But this little one's mum is dead and dad has gone away. There was another baby but he has died too. I don't know how it met it's end.
After observing the little one carefully all day my extremely handsome son George and I decided to come to it's rescue. What was I to do, let it die slowly of thirst and starvation? Or be killed by predation. I couldn't let that happen. Besides it was getting closer and closer to the road.
He was very thirsty and hungry and began to eat immediately from Georges hand. Will he survive? I will keep you informed of his progress.