Looking at my other remaining 3 eggs I had a gripping bad feeling in the pit of my stomach.
I decided to quickly candle them on the fly to see if they had even pipped into the aircells.
None of them had and there was no movement so I took a chance that I ordinarly never would have and decided to chip away at the shells in the big end to see if I had any signs of life. I just wanted this hatch from hell over.
Using a pottery tool for making fine detail I chipped into the large end of one end which I was nearly certain was dead. It was gone just like I suspected it was, looked like it died maybe a day or two ago. I opened the egg and it was intact, but had weird things going on with it's feathers on it's back. There were these tiny little raised dots at the base of it's feathers all along it's back and then feathers came right off if you barely brushed against them.
With a heavy heart I moved on to the next egg. I chipped and held my breath hoping for some sign of life which would make me put the egg back into the bator.
Again, another dead duckling. This one I have no idea what happened to it. It was the most beautiful duck I have ever seen. All black and white and spotted like a dalmation. It was clearly crossed with my black and white runner hen. I cried when I saw how adorable that baby was. Another one wrapped up in a paper towel and disposed of. *shakes head*
I want you all to know that I only started opening eggs because of the deformities I have had in this hatch combined with just a horrible feel of dread in the pit of my stomach. I knew something just wasn't right. I normally would have NEVER ever taken eggs from the bator and candled them and then opened them. But I am glad I did now. It was such a bad outcome and I have children who have been waiting with bated breath for these eggs to hatch, I had to sheild them from seeing these poor deformed babies as much as I could.
The last egg was alive but I suspected something was wrong right off the bat. There was no peeping, and there was no bill in the proper position.
Figuring there was going to be something really wrong with it I again gritted teeth and held my breath and kept opening the egg. I told myself that I would stop if I saw blood or anything but there was never any. I slowly and gently peeled back the membrane and found the most disturbingly deformed duckling. I can't even go into graphic detail, it was just awful. It was another baby with it's brain exposed but it also had no top bill, serious head and neck problems, and something very wrong with it's feet. There is no way that duckling would have ever been able to pip or hatch and I am glad I opened it and put it down instead of letting it suffer to death over the next couple of days
I do not want to go to bed tonight for fear of the nightmares I'm going to have. I am so devestated and I just don't know what to do next. I don't know if I should scrap my entire duck flock and start over, or just remove my drake and replace him, or what...
My 8 year old son has been very concerned all day and he is so bummed out that we lost this many. Thank god I have the two healthy looking ones. At least he will have something to hold after helping me hand turn these eggs and everything.
Thank you guys so much for being here for me. This has just been a disaster and I know that at least coming here to BYC there is bound to be someone who gets how upsetting this been, instead of telling my non-BYC friends who would be sypathetic but not really "Get it".
UGH, I need a cup of hot tea and a hug. I think I'm going to call my DH at work and chat with him for a few...
I'll take pics of my two healthy ones in a little while.