Friday, June 7, we started 7 eggs in the incubator. Friday, June 26th, was lockdown. Two days to hatching. Or so we thought.
The next morning we found … a pip!
I’d arranged with my daughter to bring my youngest grandson for the hatching. We’d figured hatching wouldn’t start until two days after lockdown so she was going to bring him Sunday afternoon. However, it appeared someone was eager to exit the egg so she had to scurry and get him here by Saturday afternoon. By then there were signs in the other two brown eggs, too.
I was relieved to see that the brown eggs were active. After the initial candling when we could see veining, they were just too dark to see if they were progressing so I was a bit anxious about them. It was fun to candle the blue eggs though and see things progressing – there’s the head! there’s the body! there’s the legs and feet!
We waited and waited but nothing else happened that day and finally went to bed about 11:00 pm.