
gutted. Somebody knocked over my incubator (which was on a backwards facing chair out of the way and kids only allowed in supervised) all four of the eggs in lockdown smashed. Only one had been viable but was dead, it's yolk was still up absorbed and one of it's blood vessels had ruptured in the fall.
I was really hoping that one little salmon favorelle would make it.
Luckily I have some three week old chickies here to console myself and a friend has four one day olds I can get Monday. But it's not the same as hatching your own.
Bator went in the bin as the yolk from two of the undeveloped maybe eggs had gone into the motor and it was making noises.
Expensive painful learning process.
rip sweeties.