Last night, I had to move my latest clutch of bantams to a cooler area. Even with an air conditioner on, the barn upstairs was far too hot for them, reaching around 104 - 105 f. Not sure how long they were like that, but I still hoped I’d get a few survivors.
I left them on a folding table downstairs, still warm, but not cooking. The incubator could get back down to 99.5 where I wanted. I put them on lockdown a few hours early.
Fast forward to today. It is now day #18 for these eggs and I’m in the room working on something else. Every so often I think I hear a faint chirp coming from the incubator.
Suddenly; the folding table gives out and the incubator comes crashing to the ground. I’m screaming.
I gathered the eggs and set the incubator upright again. So many cracks and it’s a mess.
I see blood, and movement in some of the eggs. But we’re still day 18 of 21. This is lock down and already some may be shrink wrapped, not even considering the trauma of a sudden 3 foot drop.
I left them on a folding table downstairs, still warm, but not cooking. The incubator could get back down to 99.5 where I wanted. I put them on lockdown a few hours early.
Fast forward to today. It is now day #18 for these eggs and I’m in the room working on something else. Every so often I think I hear a faint chirp coming from the incubator.
Suddenly; the folding table gives out and the incubator comes crashing to the ground. I’m screaming.
I gathered the eggs and set the incubator upright again. So many cracks and it’s a mess.
I see blood, and movement in some of the eggs. But we’re still day 18 of 21. This is lock down and already some may be shrink wrapped, not even considering the trauma of a sudden 3 foot drop.