Today I went into my daughter's primary school to run the weekly journalism club. I set it up last year to try and encourage the kids to get writing and hoping to create some future writers and journalists.
They are starting to develop an eye for a story, and today they announced on my arrival that they had "breaking news."
And it was quite literally breaking news: the school have been looking after some eggs all week and two days ago several chicks started to hatch.
And I was taken to see them.
Ahhh, cute.
The kids held them and stroked them really delicately and watched with fascination as another chick attempted to hatch. It was lovely to see them being so nurturing; often when I see them they can't sit still and are bored easily.
There were four eggs left to hatch. (The one at the botton is actually hatching!)
The kids told me they had named the eggs.
They were scrambled, fried, egg and bacon.
Not quite so nurturing after all!
