She pulled the door to the brooding coop open and gently moved the hen off her eggs. The hen pecked at her hand. We looked at the six marked eggs and our daughter said, “Yes, look at that!” She squeezed through the narrow door into the coop and pointed at a cracked egg. We peered at it, straining our necks for a better view and we saw a little beak poking out of the shell. The hen pecked at our daughter’s shoes and made threatening yet soft voices in her throat.