Dead Chick

Sad news.

The eggsperts said it was time to be worried, so I began poking holes in the top of the eggs to see why the heck nothing was going on. About 16 were nothing but yolk or early embryos, but then I got to one where I could see feathers.

The eggsperts said if it wasn't moving in there that it was dead, so I picked the rest of the shell off and there was a perfectly formed (but definitely dead) little chick in there.

It was really sad. It's one thing when you're dealing with some scrambled yolk or little rubbery alien eyed things, but quite another when it's a precious, balled up little chicky. I sort of feel like a murderer.

I put the rest back in the incubator, but have very little hope. The eggsperts say you never can tell why it happened and everyone gets bad hatches now and again but I think they're just trying to make me feel better. Two bad hatches? I'm a serial chicken killer.

Maybe God doesn't want me to have chickens? Maybe God wants me to have fancier, more exotic looking chickens?