Seven degrees at 8am. Still windy, but with startling blue skies, and the early sun turning the hillsides tawny-gold.
Having laboured so hard the last days to turn our 16 incubating eggs three times a day, we now have a little relief before the big moment comes. From now on, we leave the eggs alone with a shallow bowl of water to improve humidity and just sit and wait. The excitement mounts...
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Thursday, 7 February 2008
Chick-rearing, day 19
Seven degrees at 8am. Still windy, but with startling blue skies, and the early sun turning the hillsides tawny-gold.
Having laboured so hard the last days to turn our 16 incubating eggs three times a day, we now have a little relief before the big moment comes. From now on, we leave the eggs alone with a shallow bowl of water to improve humidity and just sit and wait. The excitement mounts...
Having laboured so hard the last days to turn our 16 incubating eggs three times a day, we now have a little relief before the big moment comes. From now on, we leave the eggs alone with a shallow bowl of water to improve humidity and just sit and wait. The excitement mounts...
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