After the failed attempt with the incubator, we stepped back and reevaluated our approach. Borrowing an old and used incubator, that was, itself, on the cheap side, was probably not a strong start. Not have dedicated power was another.
Winter raged on taking the total of our chicken time. We needed to ensure adequate water, shelter and support for the record lows accompanying the “polar vortex” and the frequent dips and stays below zero. With the snow, though, also came the hatchery catalogs with their lists of interesting breeds and stories of chicken glory.
Would a Black Jersey Giant rooster get along with Sonny our Rhode Island Red? Would a hen? And look, the Blue Laced Wyandotte is a very pretty twist on the Silver Laced Wyandotte. Would Dog the Hen, our Silver Laced Wyandotte, like a playmate?
It soon became clear that we would need to try and hatch again. So, we went shopping and
researching. It turns out that the incubator we initially used has a long failure rate, even though it is preferred by the local farm supply store. We decided to order online and Tori proceeded to begin gathering eggs.
The first batch went in, and we duly noted each egg’s characteristics, parentage and overall disposition. Three times a day we would turn the eggs from an “x” to an “o”, note the humidity and generally check their status. The days rolled on, and the candling indicated germination. Joy was abundant.
Statistics say that the chance of the same exact scenario happening at two separate instances are, when controlled for the very factors that caused the first instance, are very small.
We beat the odds. On day 18, six months later, another storm rolled in, and the one factor we could not control for stepped in again. At 9:00 in the evening, the power went out. Again.
to be continued…