Ginger sat, pretty much alone, for 30 days. She fluffed her nest, she turned her eggs, she got down very rarely. Unfortunately, it was to no avail. For a long time, I would try to see in her eggs. I put them on the candler not long ago, and I couldn't see a thing. I thought this was a good sign. But then today, the eggs really started to smell. So I took them, little by little, and candled them in different positions until I could finally see through them.
It was not pretty.
No air sac, no sign of life. Just putrid liquid. They were all the same. Since they smelled pretty bad on the outside, I could only imagine what they'd smell like on the inside. I didn't want to take the chance. I walked them, a few at a time, to the wooded side of the property, and broke them open.
Why? Because I had to see what was inside, that's why. Closure, you can call it.
Well, I can tell you, it was green and slimy, and holy cow, the smell almost made me toss my cookies. I am glad I didn't throw them in the garbage. And I'm very glad I walked them to a far end of the property.
|All that remains of Ginger's eggs|
She's very young--not even a year old. It would have been a real surprise if this had worked out. Still, I am disappointed for her. She tried really hard. Maybe next year.