I couldn't sleep, knowing those two chicks were struggling so long. I used to hold to the idea that
if the chick can't make it out of the shell on it's own -it probably is weak or deformed and would die anyway. However, something told me different and I knew there was no stopping once I intervened. I got out of bed at 11 PM and put to work the plan that had been developing in my mind.
- I got a washcloth warmed up with warm water. Then, I carefully opened up the window above the egg and let the washcloth hang over the side. First I just snipped the 2 membrane pieces that seemed to be holding the egg shut, but the top still wouldn't budge. Next, I grabbed the egg, closed the window and put the washcloth over the top of the window. Then I set the egg in another warm washcloth and realized that the little egg had a bunch of membrane strips all around. The shell had been cracked, but the membrane only had slits in it. It might as well have been iron bars keeping the chick inside the egg! Once I cut all the membrane off, the chick was placed back inside the incubator. I watched about 10 minutes and the chick was active and fine.
- I warmed up the washcloth again and opened up the other window and let it hang over the side. The other chick had pipped the shell and started zipping in a downward spiral only about one inch long. It had been stuck in the last spot over 10 hours. I grabbed the egg and closed the window. I had to pick alot of the shell away for this chick. It peeped faintly so I knew it was alive. I tore away the membrane from it's face first and realized right away that it's head was upside down and it had probably been confused. The poor thing was so exhausted that it stayed in that curled up position for awhile. I carefully laid it back in the carton. It's feet looked huge and discolored and I wondered if it had pecked at its feet or had a deformity. It actually flopped around a little with curled up feet...but it seemed to gain the will to live with each second.
-I didn't sleep good and at 2:30 AM I got up to check on the 2 chicks I'd helped. They were both doing fine and I couldn't tell the apart from the others.
-But, I noticed that the other zipper hadn't made ANY progress since I had intervened with the others. I figured I had sacrificed that one to rescue the other 2.
But like I said, I knew I wouldn't stop once I influenced this chain of events.
OK -I put another warm washcloth into the window and picked up the partially zipped egg. I went ahead and continued opening up the egg and could see that the membrane had become hard and dry. (Probably from me opening up the window before?) This chick was still peeping faintly, but clearly exhausted. It had also been zipping in a downward direction but had gotten over half way around and then stopped for 5 hours. Maybe it had been resting and would have started again...I don't know. But I wanted to help it if it was my fault. I wrapped the little chick in a dry baby washcloth and put it in y shirt for a few minutes. Then I put it back in the incubator in the egg carton and it just laid it's head down on it's chest. Another chick came over to it and laid it's head down on it's tummy.
I finally went to bed.
The good news is, when I got up there are 9 fuzzy chicks laying or walking around the bator and I can't tell the ones I helped apart from the earlier ones.
I think I did the right thing helping them. I don't know if some membranes are just tougher than others or some chicks just get confused, but I know that they are fine now. If I hadn't helped, I believe they would have died in their shells.
And another cool thing is that there's another pip.
Then there are 3 eggs that haven't done anything, but I'm not touchin' nothin'......I promise!