Anybody who has sat and stared at a blank piece of paper, canvas or screen will know just how hard it is to get started - to make that first mark, jot down the first words. Becoming a mother is hard work too. Been there, done that - and yes, it was. I've had the experience of being born too but along with most others have absolutely no memory of the experience. Perhaps it's just as well. I've never thought before about the process of becoming alive being hard work - until today that is when I watched eggs become birds.
My desktop chickens have just hatched. This is my second attempt and I am reasonably pleased. I set 20 eggs and discarded 4 as infertile on day 6. Over the past 24 hours 11 of the remaining 16 have hatched. That's 8 Rhode Island Reds and 3 Marans. I've watched and held my breath; urged them on every inch of the way from the first 'pip' to the eventual wetstickyexhausting emergence.
An enormous amount of effort is required just to chip a small hole....
Eventually with a tremendous push and a shove the chick frees itself from the shell. A wonderful thing but not yet a pretty sight. (Too many bodily fluids methinks.)
The first 8 chickens are now under heat in the garage - cute and fluffy at last. Their 3 'siblings' will join them tomorrow.