Mysteriously Disappearing Eggs + No Hatches

I'm sad right now. I checked on my chicks a few hours ago and they were fine. Just now I found the five oldest dead. Trying to figure out what went wrong with all of them gone. The youngest are ok. So are the ducks. I'm baffled.
 
The humidity and temperature have to be right. Are you sure they might not just have been qualified? Sorry about the babies.

A question for you all; when you do have a chick or duckling die, do you bury them or throw them away? We bury ours since we respect life, and we have plenty of room for it.
 
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Also Feta Cracker's death is unknown, but I assumed she suffocated since I woke up with her under my belly, and I know she wasn't crushed because no bones were broken. She may just may have died in her sleep but my dog Rosie is infamous for being interested in small, living, noisy things... Now I think she didn't suffocate since her beak wasn't purple. But if I had woken up around 15 minutes earlier she'd be alive, because when I awoke rigor mortis had not set in. Just remembering her rotten celery smell makes me wish I cherished our few hours together more. I never thought I'd miss this smell so much. I even hear her peeps in my mind every so often. I am also traumatised for another related reason because we had raised turkeys last year and I forgot to give them more water. One died before I awoke and another person in the house threw her away before I woke up. Another one was dying and I kept it with me until she was gone for good. I remember her last agonal gasp for breath. I just wanted to drop dead then and there. I am, as you can imagine, terrified of death, especially birds dying, and most especially baby birds. It feels good getting this out. No one in the house seems to care.
 
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   Also Feta Cracker's death is unknown, but I assumed she suffocated since I woke up with her under my belly, and I know she wasn't crushed because no bones were broken. She may just may have died in her sleep but my dog Rosie is infamous for being interested in small, living, noisy things... Now I think she didn't suffocate since her beak wasn't purple. But if I had woken up around 15 minutes earlier she'd be alive, because when I awoke rigor mortis had not set in. Just remembering her rotten celery smell makes me wish I cherished our few hours together more. I never thought I'd miss this smell so much. I even hear her peeps in my mind every so often. I am also traumatised for another related reason because we had raised turkeys last year and I forgot to give them more water. One died before I awoke and another person in the house threw her away before I woke up. Another one was dying and I kept it with me until she was gone for good. I remember her last agonal gasp for breath. I just wanted to drop dead then and there. I am, as you can imagine, terrified of death, especially birds dying, and most especially baby birds. It feels good getting this out. No one in the house seems to care.
Oh i understand how you feel. My fav cockeral gold died of a broken neck. Since it was mid winter we had to throw him away. Im glad you got your story out, and i hope you continue t o hatch and not give up :hugs
 
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Thanks. :) I feel so bad because I want to get ducklings on craigslist to rescue them, but I feel that if I see another duckling I'll burst into tears. Which sucks because we have dish soap with a picture of a duckling and it says it helps clean ducklings from oil spills. I am sobbing on and off today and right now I am silently sobbing because tears are pouring out of my eyes. How did you cheer up when your cockerel died? A good swig of laughter helps me, but then I remember literally everything. I took a nap which makes it feel like this was a nightmare but remembering it's real just kills me. I am more sensitive to death than I should be, and I feel way more upset if I hear a stranger animal dies then when I hear a stranger human dies. It's probably because all animals, no matter what, are innocent and I am an introvert. Right now to cheer up I am snuggling another one of my dogs named Pongo, watching my brand new bunny sleep in a corner, and watching my favorite genre of YouTube videos. And yes, he is named after the father dalmatian in 101 Dalmatians. He looks just like him. :) But in all honesty I need something to take my mind off the awful incident. Help?
 
:hugs  Thanks. :) I feel so bad because I want to get ducklings on craigslist to rescue them, but I feel that if I see another duckling I'll burst into tears. Which sucks because we have dish soap with a picture of a duckling and it says it helps clean ducklings from oil spills. I am sobbing on and off today and right now I am silently sobbing because tears are pouring out of my eyes. How did you cheer up when your cockerel died? A good swig of laughter helps me, but then I remember literally everything. I took a nap which makes it feel like this was a nightmare but remembering it's real just kills me. I am more sensitive to death than I should be, and I feel way more upset if I hear a stranger animal dies then when I hear a stranger human dies. It's probably because all animals, no matter what, are innocent and I am an introvert. Right now to cheer up I am snuggling another one of my dogs named Pongo, watching my brand new bunny sleep in a corner, and watching my favorite genre of YouTube videos. And yes, he is named after the father dalmatian in 101 Dalmatians. He looks just like him. :) But in all honesty I need something to take my mind off the awful incident. Help?
Well when gold passed i was on my way to see some friends. Talking about it helps me. Also i get the thing about sleep but when you wake up it seems like unreal (first stage of grief denial) when i hear about abused animals it hurts me. I cant stand how ppl r so cruel. Also my dogs are a great help. About getting ducklings i would say maybe try to rescue one. After our chick died all the other chicks we hatched have lived (one exception, chick drowned) but we have had losses and it hurts for a while but when our chick died i beat myself up over it.. But then i realized life goes on. We made a mistake but like everyone we learn from them :hugs

Also dont think your over reacting i sobbed about the chick for ever and gold for a few days.
 
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Sometimes I pretend she is here. I pretend she is spiritually under my neck again. All 12 of her siblings are here, too. In fact every animal exists here with me in a way, but they are not actually here. I'll see if I can rescue chicks in the morning. I feel like I should still be at her grave, though. I feel like I should still be there to protect her. I feel like she is crying for me out there, she is chirping so loud that I can hear it in my mind. I do hear phantom peeps but I guessing that is part of the denial stage. I just don't want to give those ducklings poor energy from my poor behavior. Luckily all my dogs flock me and try to comfort me when they sense something is up. But if ducklings can sense energy too then I don't want them to be depressed with me. I was mildly depressed before this happened but it might have progressed to severe since I have all of the grieving and severe depression signs. For example I don't feel hungry anymore and I only ate two small things today, but only because I knew I had to eat.
 

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