Ok, who was I kidding? The incubator is ready to go, and there are now six frizzle pekin eggs winging there way to my door. Hopefully, they will arrive tomorrow morning. I am currently awaiting a phone call from my vet, and hopefully he will agree to cull any resulting males if I can't find them homes. Obviously, I hope that I will be able to, but I feel it's best to have a back up plan in place. Gulp.
The ever tolerant husband is ignoring the whole process, which is probably best. The children are excited, but cautious as I have been careful to point out all that could go wrong. Any resulting hatchlings will be brooded in the garage, the plan being that no small people will therefore get attached before we know which (if any) we can keep. I fully expect to get attached, and weep bitter tears if any rehoming/culling has to occur.
The plan is to document each stage of the incubation and hatching, so tomorrow I'll post pics of my ridiculously basic incubator (think fish bowl with a light bulb in the middle). Hopefully, I'll also be able to include pics of the eggs. All I need now is a large dose of courage.
The chooks are not enjoying the unseasonable heat wave. Much bad natured chuntering has occured, along with the odd vicious peck. When allowed to free range, they stick to the shady borders. The coop gets very warm during the afternoon, and a couple of enterprising ladies have started laying in the dust bath. I've thoroughly investigated the housing, and there is no sign of redmite or any other pest. I think they just prefer the cool sand on their bums.
Treats have mainly consisted of frozen peas and tomatoes from the fridge. These chicken ice pops are recieved gratefully and with gusto. The pellets remain largely untouched, and egg production is down. However, Celia has joined the laying ranks and the scatty silkie sisters have decided that being broody is a bit pointless.
Theoretically, I should be buried in eggs any day now.