...when I decided to incubate eggs for the first time how responsible I would feel when one or more of them died. This experience has been a great melting pot of every emotion imaginable, and now that I have lost one chick to weakness and another in the shell, I've had to accept that this endeavor calls for much letting go. My hopes were so high when I put those eggs in the 'bator nearly four weeks ago, and they were so dashed when we buried two chicks this morning. However, I have two precious little Silkie survivors in the brooder as I type, and for those I am grateful. Not for the faint of heart, this incubatin', and I think I'll wait for one of my hens to go broody next time.