Have you ever watched a chick hatch? I hadn’t either! When our friends told us they were hatching some eggs, they were sweet and invited in some of ours. So we tossed 3 fertile eggs (from our rooster, Ross, and our hens, Rachels) into their incubator and 21 days later, this happened!
I was thankful to have my friend’s knowledge as we neared the ‘birth’ of our babies because I knew nothing! She’d just hatched 18 of her own so I trusted her expertise. She told me that from first ‘pip’ to full hatch can take upwards of 12 hours and I’m glad she warned me because I would have thought these guys were goners since it ended up taking them between 8 and 12 hours for the entire process.
Matt noticed this one had pipped early in the morning and it wasn’t until after 7 that she (hopefully ‘she’) made her full-blown-entrance. Hearing her peeping inside her shell all day long was quite amazing. And I may or may not have stood over the incubator peeping back at her, trying to encourage her and let her know we were routing for her.
We could not take our eyes off of this baby as she worked so diligently to peck her way out of her shell …
We cheered each time a little shell would fall off and held our breath each time she’d push against the top of the shell, expanding it, making us think that she would break though.
It was quite suspenseful! Hah!
But Emma did it! She popped out and was feisty and active from the get-go.
She bobbled all over the place and again, I was thankful that my friend told me this was normal because I would have again, thought she was a goner by how much she’d flop and then lay their heaving for breath.
Once we felt pretty good about her outlook, we got back to enjoying watching her first taste of life on the other side of her shell.
Since she kept bopping into her sisters’ shells, we moved her into a tub in the sink after about 3 hours where she finished drying off and kept on peeping and chirping.
Around 6 the next morning her sister (hopefully ‘her’ ‘sister’) was born and I watcher her pop out in between sets of my workout.
And then later that afternoon, about 12 hours after she first pipped, the last chickie worked her way out ….
And from the second she broke free she was all like, “HELLO – WORLD!” and wouldn’t stop chirping loudly from inside the incubator. Her sisters cuddled in the corner of their tub that was closest to her and chirped their heads’ off back at her.
She was all scraggly looking but was practically running around the inside and after 2 hours, she joined the others in the tub. They all quieted down after that.
We moved them out to their bigger home …
A few days later, this was Emma. First born to Ross and a Rachel.
I gave it a go trying to photograph all 3 together, but that was too hard. And I was worried they’d all start running in different directions and I’d have a big problem.
Two weeks later, we felt the need to get more. We don’t really know if any of our 3 babies are actually girls, so on the off chance that Emma, Salt and Pippa are all roosters, we went to Wilco and brought home 3 more babies. 90% sure these ones are hens. <3
I hate to play favorites, but how can I not with this one??
She’s an Americauna …. otherwise known as an Easter Egg Chicken. She’ll lay different colored eggs. I can hardly wait for that to happen.
I’m pretty sure she’s part chipmunk though.
Which is even more fitting that she’s mine because I looked like a chipmunk with my big ol’ cheeks when I was a little girl.
Chickies are fun. They are fascinating to watch hatch and to learn how they develop within their egg (like how they eat the yoke and are surrounded by the ‘white’ for protection). The entire process is really remarkable but often happens without anyone giving it a second thought. Until you see it. And then, well … your appreciation for God’s creation grows.