After two weeks visiting New Zealand, there was good news for me on my return. A chick had hatched; a creamy bundle of fluff with wide eyes was staring at me as I made my breakfast.
This mini me, carbon copy mimicked Mum's every stance.
And grew day by day, turning a light grey with beautiful markings and inquisitive eyes.
The orange glow of a bush fire reflected on matching feathers.
But is this the same baby chick?
Wasn't there another rustle of down on the other side of the nest?