Oh my god, I came within a hair of doing something terrible! I was candling the eggs from my incubator, and I really kinda thought the two oldest eggs (I've been putting one egg/day in the incubator because who cares if they all hatch at the same time) probably wouldn't survive because for the first two weeks I was using a crappy little 3-egg incubator. My candler is kinda weak because I haven't bought a bright-enough bulb yet, so when I saw that these two eggs were solid dark all the way through, I assumed they had died. I was about to put them inside three tightly-sealed sandwich bags and crack them out of curiosity just to see if I could tell how far they had developed before they died. Then I thought, "You know, they *have* been incubating for three weeks or so (I was not watching the dates closely). Maybe I had better just double-check."
I held the eggs up to my ear and heard a little scrabble inside and the teeniest tap that I could feel against my hand.
Heart pounding with horror at the murder I had almost committed, I carefully replaced both babies in the incubator. At least one of those eggs is ready to hatch in the next few days. The second one may have made a sound. It was started the same day as the other one, but it might have been sleeping or just less lively.
Now my only worry is whether I turned them often enough to prevent deformities.
I'm so excited! My first baby chick! I'm proud as a mama hen. Cluck cluck!
I had a writing crisis yesterday: My Christmas playlist was, for some reason, only running four hours before repeating! It was awful. It was inexplicable, and I'm writing a Christmas horror story. How was I going to keep that festive tone without my complete collection of Mannheim Steamrollor?! Herb Alpert and the Tijuana brass?! Seven different versions of Mr. Grinch?!
It took me two hours to track down and restore the Christmas music. Amazon mp3 downloader had stuck them in some dumbarse folder where for some reason Windows MP couldn't find them.
It is back to a respectable 17 hrs., and I was able to accomplish a reasonable amount of writing, but I'm still a little shaky from the horror.
A wildly windy day with spitting rain, leaves blowing everywhere and the cardboard recycling threatening to take off for OZ. Makes me feel so FESTIVE. Christmas is coming!
We expect a power outage at any moment. I should be out cutting last-minute firewood, but it isn't safe with so much firewood falling out of the trees.
On the plus side, come tomorrow, I will be able to run up and down the street collecting fir boughs to make Christmas garland. I make it really thick so that a yard of the stuff weighs at least five pounds.