They say not to count your chickens before they hatch. It’s an analogy meant to mean not to count on something happening before it happens.
In the case of this post, it means don’t count your chickens before the hatch… or even AFTER they hatch.
The last little baby EE is dead.
He hatched this morning and when I left the coop he was under Abby with his brothers.
I came back down a few minutes ago with peach remnants for the older chickens and gave Abby a piece, too.
I noticed one of the Sulmtalers was covered in sticky stuff, thick like tar and it was causing the Sulmtaler to be stuck to Abby. So I got a wet cloth to clean off the baby and looked for the source of the sticky stuff.
It was the new hatched baby EE. 😞
It looks like, I can’t tell but it looks like the navel burst?? I’ve heard that was a thing that can happen. The sticky stuff was thick yolk and blood. 😞
I removed baby from the nest and cleaned out the sticky so no one else got stuck in it, and then checked baby for signs of life. Faint breathing or movement. Nothing.
I am very sad now. I was so happy when he actually pipped last night.
I know death happens on the farm. But I’m still saddened by this.