Well, out of that last batch of eggs we hatched in the incubator, we only got 13 chicks. Presumably the rest of the eggs weren't fertile.
This little one is the most distinctive, and has become our favorite. I sure hope it turns out to be a hen, not a rooster.
Unfortunately one chick somehow broke its leg. It was peeping pitifully. Don mercifully put it out of its misery.
Fortunately everyone else is healthy. It always cracks me up to watch them sleep, piled on each other like puppies.
Meanwhile our setting hen, Smoky, is still diligently setting on her eggs. Technically they're due to hatch this Wednesday or Thursday.
We may give our older chicks to our neighbors, then put the younger chicks along with Smoky and her brood into the coop.
With luck (and depending on how maternal she's feeling), Smoky may even adopt the incubator chicks as her own. We'll see!