We’ve had a whirlwind few days with chicks hatching and cheeping day and night.
Seven eggs had hatched fully by the end of Tuesday. It was getting a little crowded in the incubator, so we decided to risk the 8th egg in order to get the other chicks in their new home, under a heat lamp and with food and water.
The incubator is temperature and humidity controlled to mimic the warmth of a mother hen sitting on her eggs. Once the egg has a pip, a small opening for the chick to work its way out, opening the incubator exposes the egg to dry air.
Drying the pip could make it more difficult for the chick to break through the egg without assistance.
The final egg had pipped before we opened the incubator, so we knew the risks.
After we had settled all of the chicks, we sprayed the sides of the incubator down with water to try and keep the humidity in and put the lid back on…and waited.
In the wee hours, the final egg hatched and a scraggly, wet little chick stumbled into the empty shells on clumsy claws. We let its feathers dry out a bit, before moving it with the others.
The boys and my nieces have named them all…although the names have changed frequently since we moved them.
Here’s the final list…for now.
Sir Hubert McFeatherington
A few of them have a couple gray dots like their father and they all have big feet with feathers on their legs.
This has been an exciting and amazing project for the boys. Joe has been so careful and gentle with the chicks and the eggs. He lets us know when it is time to leave the room so “the chicks can sleep”.
We’ve also learned a lot about the chicken…from anatomy to the lifecycle to how the chicks are able to go a few days without food and water.
I think the best part was when I asked Joe if he wanted to look at a piece of shell under the microscope.
While we were oohing and aahing over the little yellow fluffballs, my niece asked me “what if they are all roosters?”
Hmm. I didn’t consider that eventuality. Didn’t I order all hens? I’m sure Pecky and I talked about it, didn’t we?
Feathers and fluffballs
Yellow chicks with small gray dots
I hope they’re all hens