The horror of sweet sixteen

Not fifteen, but sixteen little chicks

(though you can only see fifteen in the photo).

Mum does not have a name

as she is one of the six or so identical girls,

fathered by the Plymouth Rock rooster.

Mum # 2 (another of the unnamed six)

was off the nest when I checked today.

I counted 19 eggs.

That makes a possibility of 35 chicks.

Half of which will likely be roosters.

The whole flock has gone feral.

I can't find any eggs - again.

So presumably, they are laying

another clutch somewhere

for one of them to incubate.

I will have to put on my detective hat again.

If they are let go, Alfred Hitchcock

may be tempted to rise from his grave

to make the movie:

CHOOKS!