Dawn,
I am so very sorry to read you lost the hatchlings. That is really difficult considering the extraordinary efforts you put forth in saving the two, especially. I take it the other nine eggs in the incubator were no longer viable? What’s happening with Evie?
I guess I should invest in one of those brooder plates myself as I have a heat lamp. I did put a dozen Nankin eggs in my incubator today. The oldest eggs are five (5) days old. I will be candling them for the first time next Tuesday, when I return from my annual Air Force reunion.
~BT
I will NEVER use a heat lamp again! The clamp shifted, for whatever reason, and the whole lamp moved just a smidge closer - but it was enough to raise the temp from 99.5 (to match the incubator they'd just been moved from) to 108. So, out of the 25 we started out with, we have three chicks and one more egg to go. That one was a late starter we put under Evie after we knew she was committed to her nest. If it doesn't hatch by tomorrow, it won't.
I took a big gamble, tonight, and so far, it's panning out. The three babies are currently in a rabbit hutch on my front porch, nestled under the most protective broody I've ever had ... Eve. I put the first one in around 7:00 pm. I wish I'd recorded it! Evie had been pecking at my hand as I slid it under her and growling her piercing little broody growl. When I pulled my hand away, there was something soft & moving under her. I've never thought of chickens as having legitimate facial expressions, but if that wasn't surprise and confusion on her face, I don't know what else you could call it! She lifted herself up just a bit to peek at what was under her skirts, then puffed herself out and settled gingerly back on her nest. She looked positively smug! I watched her for about ten minutes, to make sure she wasn't going to go after the wiggly thing, but she didn't budge.
About ten minutes after that, Caroline brought me the second chick. When I put that one under her, Evie fussed at me a LOT more than she did with just eggs. This time, I pulled two eggs out from under her, one infertile D'Uccles egg and one Nankin early quitter. I left the third egg under her, not because I think it will still hatch, but because I want the nest to feel as "normal" as possible for her. When I went back out with the third baby, the second was out of the nest and peeping up a storm. I tucked it back in when I added the third chick, and everyone was immediately quiet.
As I write this, Evie is all settled in. She ate some greens out of my hand and took some water. I have to say that a drinking growl is a pretty interesting sound, coming from a chicken, but I'll assume that means she's not too stressed, at least not about her new family. I banked some shavings up around the nest opening to discourage wanderers. It's still pretty cool at night, here.
I honestly don't know what I'll find in the morning. Half of me feels that tonight went so smoothly because it "worked." The other half is prepared (as much as I can be) to find three cold, dead peeps in the morning. I'll be saying extra prayer, tonight. Please, St. Francis, watch over these little ones!
I'll keep you posted ...