I have a hen who quit brooding as soon as her first two chicks - now two days old - hatched. The remaining eggs were too poop-covered to candle so figured they were dead and set them in a flower pot to await tossing into the woods. When I went to toss them yesterday evening, I heard faint peeping and found a pip! My 'bator is awaiting a back-ordered power cord, so I had nowhere to keep it warm except between "The Girls" and no, I don't mean hens.
The chick hatched, but did not survive. Apparently Mama shattered the yolk sack when she scattered the late bloomers, so the baby was a sticky, sickly mess. I didn't get back to dispose of the flowerpot until this evening ... when I heard yet more peeping and found a nearly zipped egglet! That sure says something about the heat outside on my covered porch.
This baby is hale and hearty. Due to the unique circumstances, s/he needs a name. The most appropriate one I can come up with for this particular situation is "BooBee," but that's already taken by an older pullet hatched the same way, so ...
Meet Labubu,
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