This all started innocently enough the other night. I had 12 eggs in the incubator–3 of them from our runner ducks, 9 from the mutant duo–with only 2 days left to go before hatch day. As a brief aside, I’ve considered doing a privately run research project on what appearance traits are recessive in ducks; it’s been really interesting to see the variety in the appearances of the two sets of offspring of the Guerneville mutant ducks. Only one of the four ducks looks anything like either of the parents. So…with that thought in mind, I was waiting with baited breath for this clutch of eggs to hatch. I had dutifully removed all 12 eggs from the rotating rack in the incubator and laid them down gently on the wire mesh on the bottom of the incubator instead….all this to keep the eggs still and allow the ducklings inside to keep toasty warm and to start thinking about pecking off the top of their shell like a little cone shaped hat.
Yesterday morning, I went into the bathroom where the incubator is located to see if any eggs had little bill holes pecked in them…. Disaster. Instead of the incubator being carefully balanced on the vanity countertop, it was laying on the floor, splayed open and wedged in between the toilet and the vanity cabinet. The eggs were tumbled all over each other, dented, bashed, etc. Worse than anything, however, was that the temperature of the eggs was no longer a toasty and necessary 100 degrees, but rather a frigid 65. The poor little guys had basically frozen to death….all because the kittens were curious about what was up on the countertop. From my point of view, totally senseless destruction– I hate to admit it, but I had a horrendous time being around either kitten for the next couple of days…
Now we come to early this morning. I happened to glance out the living room window just in time to see Gus prancing back over from a stand of blackberries to the front door with a little bird in his mouth…Harry was following right on his tail. Rats! Literally…..
On a happier note, the incubator is again humming away—filled with about 8 runner duck eggs and 7 mutants. These guys will be hatching out around Thanksgiving–Fun!