I was in my car on the way to the gas station just now and suddenly remembered that I had put an egg in my pocket earlier in the day while I was out in the coop. Aw, nuts, I thought. It's in my pocket. gross. I felt the outside of my pocket and sure enough the egg was smushed.
Here's the deal. This egg was one that had been kicked out the nest (and was ice cold when I found it) by our broody on day 20. I was horrified to realize that I was on the way to the gas station with a fully developed chicken fetus in my pocket.
Once I got home, I turned my pocket out into a tupperware in the sink and found the sweet little baby. He didn't look quite big enough to be day 20, so I would imagine he died a couple days ago. This is our first broody and our first baby who didn't make it. Hopefully the little guy's six hatchmates will arrive any day!
Pretty gross, though, eh?
Here's the deal. This egg was one that had been kicked out the nest (and was ice cold when I found it) by our broody on day 20. I was horrified to realize that I was on the way to the gas station with a fully developed chicken fetus in my pocket.
Once I got home, I turned my pocket out into a tupperware in the sink and found the sweet little baby. He didn't look quite big enough to be day 20, so I would imagine he died a couple days ago. This is our first broody and our first baby who didn't make it. Hopefully the little guy's six hatchmates will arrive any day!
Pretty gross, though, eh?
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