Nom de Plume

I’ve candled those eggs every night since day 6, and they’re growing like little chickenweeds. I know I should just leave well enough alone, but I can’t seem to stop. At first, there was one egg I thought had the bacterial ring of death, but it turns out it was a blood vessel–which are harder to see in brown eggs anyway.

As of tonight, this is the tally:

7 you can see the baby chickens bouncing around in
2 where there’s all the right dark/light stuff, and possibly a bounce, but am not totally sure
1 where the dark/light stuff is not as clear, but definitely there
2 infertile eggs, which are absolutely clear, and incidentally funky shaped

I also had a casualty; I got one extra, and it stuck to the egg turner. I tried dribbling some water down the side to dislodge it, but the shell cracked when it finally came out.

Not that our respective mothers believe it. This post is for them.

Here’s what the house looked like before we moved in:

Here’s what it’s looking like today. Excuse the clutter. It’s everywhere, but it’s a lot easier than living without a bathroom sink for six months.