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I spent a portion of today working in the coop. Cleaned the dropping trays and and then decided to clean the coop floor and place fresh wood shavings on the floor. I have one silver laced wyandotte that refuses to use a nest box so she always lays her egg in one corner and of course that corner is the one that is the furthest from the door, back under a dropping board where it is the hardest for me to get. Right now is is broody and was she upset that I was distrubing her while cleaning the coop. As soon as I had fresh shavings down she was in there kicking and scratching to get every arranged to her satisfaction.
Today the eggs came out of the tuner and went into lockdown. As I was changing them over I discover that somehow I must have banged the top of a blue orpington egg when I was candling them in the dark a few nights ago. I went ahead and opened the shell because I figured that I had killed it. Sadly, I hadn't. While the top of the shell was badly shattered the membrane was still intact. Inside was a chick that was three days from hatching. I should have left it alone. Something like that can sure make you feel like an idiot. I guess this incident demonstrates that not everyone gets smarter as they get older.
Today the eggs came out of the tuner and went into lockdown. As I was changing them over I discover that somehow I must have banged the top of a blue orpington egg when I was candling them in the dark a few nights ago. I went ahead and opened the shell because I figured that I had killed it. Sadly, I hadn't. While the top of the shell was badly shattered the membrane was still intact. Inside was a chick that was three days from hatching. I should have left it alone. Something like that can sure make you feel like an idiot. I guess this incident demonstrates that not everyone gets smarter as they get older.