I finally cracked the case

I finally cracked the seven eggs that did not hatch under the white hen when she was sitting on so many.

I think I was afraid of them.

Every single one had a partially developed chick in it.  Some more developed than others.  A shame, but she lost so many because of having too many eggs to keep them all warm to fruition.  For the ones that survived, it was the luck of the draw.  Or the rotation.

It was not as gross as I thought.  At least, there was no bad smell.  All the chick fetuses were in a durable membranous bag that slipped out of the shells when I cracked them.  In fact, they looked still sort of alive.  Sleeping, in stasis.

2015-08-27 16.22.122015-08-27 16.22.412015-08-27 16.23.39Too bad.  Somebody is laying again, perhaps setting another clutch; it could only be the white hen, as the red hen gets no time to herself yet with her pile of little chicks.

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One thought on “I finally cracked the case”

  1. I hate it when that happens. But lately we’ve had the opposite problem. This summer we had four broody hens and didn’t hatch a single egg!

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