Earlier this evening, we both heard a noise. Both of us looked up and looked around.
James said, "did you hear a MOUSE?"
I hadn't thought of a mouse. I thought that it was our youngest chicken outside, Little Guy, who still cheeps like a little one.
Then it dawned on me.
Maybe i should look in the incubator.
Our first hatch is a little male black sexlink, and the end of day 19.
I know he looks like he's dead right there. But he's not. He's just a newborn/newhatch, and he's still working to get out of that dadburned shell.
I keep going over to the 'bator and cheering him on. When i do, he perks up and peeps a whole bunch and works some more to get out of his egg. It's great.
Oh, that inspired me to look around a bit, and i have about ten more eggs pipped. I may not sleep for a couple days.