Well... I was told to leave the poor chick in his shell. He died a few minutes ago when I wasn't looking. He really couldn't get out, and I later discovered it was because his head was practically cemented to his body. The fluids had dried a long time ago and glued him to himself, unable to move. If I had gotten him out, I bet he would've lived. His yolk had been absorbed for a while, as I thought. I just wish I had gone with my gut instead of doing the regular routine.
In prayer and sorrow for the chick that struggled for hours before releasing himself into the hands of mercy.