At 8:30 I went upstairs to look for a dvd case, and one of my eggs had a pip. I ran for the camera, and of course the batteries were missing (thanks, dh!).
I thought I had time to run to the store for more, but when I got back 15 minutes later, I found the teeniest little chick already hatched. His butt was stuck in the shell for a while, but he fought it off.
Now, he's drying off, and beating up the other eggs.
They were shipped all the way from Louisiana, so I figured I'd be lucky to get 1/2 to hatch. Out of 9, 8 are rolling around and peeping (including the hatched one, who's still working on his land-legs)! Apparently I did something right.
That chick is the cutest lil guy I ever saw. Even if he does look like "a drowned rat" (thanks again, dh).
I can see that the addiction only grows worse when they start hatching. *insert drug-addled smiley*
I thought I had time to run to the store for more, but when I got back 15 minutes later, I found the teeniest little chick already hatched. His butt was stuck in the shell for a while, but he fought it off.
Now, he's drying off, and beating up the other eggs.
They were shipped all the way from Louisiana, so I figured I'd be lucky to get 1/2 to hatch. Out of 9, 8 are rolling around and peeping (including the hatched one, who's still working on his land-legs)! Apparently I did something right.
That chick is the cutest lil guy I ever saw. Even if he does look like "a drowned rat" (thanks again, dh).
I can see that the addiction only grows worse when they start hatching. *insert drug-addled smiley*
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