I have to offer an apology on behalf of my new chick to everyone who was watching him on my webcam after his pip yesterday. I waited and waited on him all day to start zipping, but had to give up at midnight and shut things down.
Then while I was brushing my teeth and getting ready for bed, my husband calls to me: "Honey, did you know the egg is almost done zipping?"
Frakkin' what?! Zipping in like, 10 minutes? What kind of mutant chickens does Whole Foods sell eggs from? When I looked at him, he wasn't even zipping correctly either. It looked like he got halfway around the egg, then just went "To heck with this, raaaaaaaaaaaaawr Godzilla time!", and just shattered the entire top half of the egg while I was watching.
No worries though, he has received a stern lecture on how to properly hatch. He won't do it again, I promise.
Though it does seem that I do have to worry about other strange mutant behavior. Overnight he randomly divided, and we woke up to two chickens in the bator. Nevermind the empty shell, it's entirely his fault, I know it.