Got up and dressed early today. One kid up, one kid sleeping. Put on a pot of coffee and now I’m tapping my fingers on the counter top … Waiting. I am one nervous Mama. Ellie and Annie are fine. I’m nervous because today is Hatch Day.
My last post reflected the way I *thought* I would get our chicks this year but that has changed. My uncle, who has a farm nearby, loaned me his incubator and 36 little eggs. Today marks 21 days since the eggs have been set, and watching and waiting for these little guys to pip is a very difficult thing to do. ‘Pipping’ (not ‘peeping’) is when the chick uses its beak to break through the shell for the first time. So far, I’ve had three do this today. One little guy pipped yesterday and all I can see is a little beak sticking out. Since I was away from the house yesterday I’m not exactly sure what time this happened, so I’m praying it hasn’t been too long. The weak chicks will die during the hatch, but sometimes you can get lucky and not lose one. This is why you never want to count your chickens before they hatch.
I told Rob yesterday that I’m not sure how a person can do any kind of farm work and not believe there is a God. It truly is a miracle to see a new life born. And it is such a well-designed process that just totally blows my mind. This is why we moved here. In suburbia I felt like we were missing so much about real life. Taking things back to a simple state was necessary for us. We’ve grown closer together, closer to God and closer with our kids.
So today I’ll continue to pray blessings over our little chicks and we will be posting pictures soon.
May all your eggs hatch!