Seven eggs, twenty days, and several humdinger storms later and we have this:

Then it got out, but I wasn’t sure if I should count it yet, it looked so pathetic.

An hour later, it looked much better!

And another sibling is out, and at least two more eggs are showing pip holes and cheering. Mama isn’t happy with being disturbed: that feathers-on-end, looks-could-kill, and low “CHRrrrrrrr!” warning that told us she was going broody is carrying over now that they’re hatching.

The very first one didn’t make it; it hadn’t finished consuming its yolk, and the effort of hatching did it in. Praying he’s the only loss.