I had been checking in for hours. Every time disappointed to find the same two eggs. I entered the loft 10 minutes ago... to an eggshell. It had a weird vein on it, I thought the baby didn't make it! So I lightly poked Clove in the wing, and she moved just enough for me to make out a moving, breathing squab. The block was loud with birdsong, but in the middle of this, I could hear *squeak* *squeak* *squeak* and every time *squeak* happened, Clove would get up and give some crop milk. By now I was crying! GAH!!! Tundra came up now, and for the first time I had ever seen, groomed Clove a little, and then took over the nest. He prodded the baby and egg, gently, so cute! I need to take the pics still. Thus begins the life of BabyII.