Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Round Two, Adieu.

It's official. I candled the Round Two eggs again last night and saw nothing so this morning I took them outside and did our now-traditional cracking of the bad eggs. Same broken yolks but at least this time they had the decency to stink a little.

bad eggs

Around noon we received our new clutch of victims--um, I mean, eggs. These are regular size birds as opposed to the bantams we've been working with in our first two attempts. The eggs are also a little more green than blue. Here's a comparison shot between the second round eggs (pre-crack party) and one of the new set:

new eggs

Also, word of my egg-hatching ineptitude seems to have spread throughout the poultry community. Our new egg connection has sent us 14 of these big boys (or girls, hopefully). I've used this as an excuse to buy a larger incubator. More pictures to follow. ;-)

Saturday, September 26, 2009

Hard is good

Hard is good . . . or at least that's what I'm telling myself. It's important to me that my daughter grows up to be the kind of person who takes the road less traveled--or blazes her own path--and that's not easy. I never want her to make important decisions in her life based on which path is the easiest. I certainly haven't.

Compared to some of the big decisions that have defined my life food seems pretty insignificant, but I'm beginning to believe more and more that it's a crucial component in what's gone "wrong" with our western lifestyle. Since I've been trying to address this issue, the sheer magnitude of the problem has become nearly overwhelming. I'm not a gourmet chef and my cooking skills are rudimentary at best. Over the last five years or so I've gone from ordering a value meal in the drive thru (supersize me) to staring down a plate of organic beef and trying to figure out how to turn it into a meal my two year old will eat. (That was tonight, by the way, and I was successful!)

So this is all a very long, draw out way to say that I don't think Round Two of our egg experiment is going to be successful, but I'm not giving up. Having access to real food and understanding where real food comes from--and it isn't a paper bag covered in golden arches--is Really Important. And things that are Really Important are worth doing, even if they're hard.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

I never learn

I went back and looked at the posts from our first experiment and I'm pretty much on track with my lack of patience. I candled our three new eggs and, of course, there's nothing to see yet. Ugh.

Monday, September 21, 2009

Patience is not one of my virtues

I'm trying very, very hard to leave the eggs alone but it's taking a tremendous force of will. I pretty much would like to sit in the dark with the eggs and a flashlight 24/7. Yes, my life is that exciting.

The good news is that I have plenty to keep me busy this week. In a perfect world, I would definitely be able to hold off until Friday to candle them. In reality land, I'm hoping for Wednesday. ;-)

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Phase Two has begun!!!

At 12:13pm today I received our replacement eggs. They were supposed to be here by noon and the poor innocent woman at the post office got quite an earful. I'm pretty sure she's going to be thinking of me as "that crazy egg lady" for quite a while.


Of course, I put my three new little guys into the incubator right away. My goal with this batch is to be a little more hands off. I'm going to try not to candle them until Day 7. We'll see how long I can hold out. :-)

In the meantime, here are the new kids on the block. Hopefully they'll have a much longer future ahead of them than the last set.

Friday, September 18, 2009

The experiment is over :-(

Yesterday I posted about my concerns over the condensation and humidity in the incubator. After doing some research and getting some advice, I very carefully removed junior from the incubator and cleaned out all of the water reservoirs to let him dry out a little. The lower humidity seemed to cause the temperature to stay higher and all night I struggled with keeping him at 100 degrees. I got up at 1:30am this morning to check on his temp and put the fan on in the kitchen to cool him off another half degree.

This morning I was making some more adjustments to keep the temp down and knocked into his egg. It rolled and hit the counter hard enough to crack his shell. I've seen crack repairs in my research--using nail polish and wax--and I was mentally ransacking my house for nail polish when I realized that blood was coming out of the crack. His membrane was ruptured and the crack extended all the way around the egg.

After standing there frozen for another second, I accepted that I had to let him go. Our experiment is over for the moment. I didn't take any pictures--or even de-shell him--because (and I know this sounds ridiculous--but I was too upset. I know it's just an egg, but aren't we all at some point?

I've already sent an email to see if any of junior's "siblings" are still available and hopefully our experiment will continue soon. In the meantime, I'm feeling both very sad and very stupid. :-(

UPDATE 2:50PM --> Three more eggs are on the way! They should be here by noon. My plan is to distract my daughter this evening and sneak the new eggs into the incubator tomorrow. This is going to seem like an usually long three weeks to her. ;-)

Thursday, September 17, 2009

The home stretch

Tomorrow we are officially in our third week of our egg's three week gestation. It's the home stretch and I'm way too excited. Junior's activity level is definitely much lower--but that may just be because he (or she, hopefully) is getting a little crowded in there. I'm also getting condensation on the inside of the incubator lid suddenly that I'll have to ask the folks on the forum about. Wouldn't want junior to get moldy. :-o

How disappointing . . .

I was expecting unformed baby bird bits, green and black slime, or at the least an unholy stench. What I got were fairly normal looking scrambled eggs:



Eh.

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

Halfway Home

Well, we're down to one egg but we're halfway home. I candled our last little guy last night and didn't really see any movement so I'm a little worried. I've already told myself that if he doesn't make it we'll try again--but I really, really want him to make it. :-(

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

And then there was one . . .

Well, I've officially given up on #1 and #2. There's nothing going on in there. But stay posted because I'm going to open them up later today and see what went wrong. (Insert evil scientist laugh.)

In the meantime, though, #3 goes on alone:

Thursday, September 10, 2009

It's alive! It's alive! It's alive! Muhahahaha!

Okay, maybe I'm a little carried away. Really, though, you have to admit this is pretty cool. On day 6, one of our little eggs is definitely, positively alive!!! I was so worried yesterday that our little experiment was at an end but now I know that at least one of my little guys is still going strong. And here's the proof:

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Houston, we have movement!

After a serious temperature fluctuation last night, I was not feeling hopeful. I've still been turning the eggs but I was pretty sure I'd blown it. I decided to candle them just now to see what I could see and . . . there's definite veining and MOVEMENT in egg #3.

That's right! Movement!!! I'm way, way too excited. :-) I'll take a picture later and post it.

Monday, September 7, 2009

What do organic, free range, and cage free really mean?

The sad truth is that people who sell us food are no better or more honest than the people who sell us cars, tvs, or credit cards. Not everyone who farms does it out of the love of the land or the animals. In fact it seems like most of those people have been run off with sticks and what's left are the salesmen who used to work at the used car lot. There are still some of the good ones left but it's very hard to tell who's who--especially when all you have to judge by is the gallon of milk or dozen eggs sitting in front of you on a grocery store shelf.

Let's face it, all eggs look the same. You can't necessarily tell by looking at an egg or even tasting it whether the hen who laid it sat in the grass, basking in the sun all day or was closed up in a dark warehouse with thousands of other chickens 24/7. When you start to do research into the farms that produce eggs (and milk and other products) at the large chain groceries, problems start to come to light.

In the worst examples, commercial farms adhere to the letter--if not the spirit--of federal regulations to place organic, cage-free, and free-range labels on their eggs. Those chickens in the dark warehouse are technically cage-free. Of course the farmer has to use a little machine to cut off the tips of their beaks so they don't attack each other in such close quarters. And they have access to the outside, so they're techically free-range as well. Of course, it's a very small door that only leads to a gravel pen and the door is only open five minutes a day.

That's the worst case scenario. Even in the best case scenario, however, there are issues. Michael Pollan talks about PolyFace Farms in this video. This farm is local to me so I've looked into their operations a little more closely. I've found some scattered criticism of their treatment of their chickens but stories from people who have actually visited the farm (which I hope to do) are overwhelmingly positive.

But here's the problem: PolyFace doesn't breed their own chickens. They purchase their chickens (and other animals) from commercial operations, treat them well while they have them, but start the whole cycle again from scratch with each generation. So while they're not treating their animals inhumanely, they are inherently a part of--and supporting--the factory farming model that does.

How is this sustainable farming? I think many people were swept away by Pollan's description of PolyFace and really saw it as an example of what all farming could be. But if we do away with the hatcheries where will PolyFace get its chickens? How will there model have to change so that they're no longer dependent on the very practices they're set up as the antithesis of?

So once more I come back to local--truely local--foods. Local as in my own backyard. Almost any discussion of organic/humane foods comes around to cost at some point. Truely organic foods cost much more--twice as much or more--than factory farmed foods. The consumer's option is to raise the food on their own. The cost then is transferred from dollar costs to labor costs. Your time and effort will be required to raise chickens, plant a garden, milk a cow (or goat).

But whether you pay with your wallet or your sweat, you are getting something of value in return. In this country over the last couple of generations it seems like we've forgotten how precious food is. Maybe because it's been so long since any of us have seen real food. When you can pay a $1 for an egg mcmuffin why would you consider spending three weeks turning three little blue eggs three times a day? Assuming you aren't just a nut, like me. :-)

Candling hatching eggs--or not so hatching eggs

The eggs went into the incubator on Friday, so this is really the absolute earliest that I would be able to see the beginning of any veining in my eggs. Like when I was trying to get pregnant with my daughter, I've totally jumped the gun. The fact that there isn't any veining visible when I shine my high powered flashlight through them doesn't mean they won't hatch--it just means I'm very impatient. :-)


Candling eggs doesn't actually require the use of a candle these days. Instead I used my handy-dandy maglight and made a "tunnel" out of my hand with the flashlight at one end and the egg at the other. At left is a picture of a 3 day old egg from the folks at BackYardChickens.com. What I'm looking for are the veins that indicate the chick is starting to grow. And I don't see them. Sigh.

So my goal for the next couple of days is going to be patience. It may be Friday before I see anything--but I think I should see something by then. I'll be very disappointed if we don't even make it out of the gate on our first try, but if that's the case we'll just try again. I'm commited to this whole endeavor--from the perspective of providing a great experience for my daughter, to not providing support of current commercial poultry practices, to having fresh, organic, truly locally grown food on our plates every day. So I guess we're in it for the long haul. ;-)

Sunday, September 6, 2009

Choosing an incubator for your fertile eggs

When your main criteria is cost--in that you don't want to spend more than $20--your incubator options narrow pretty quickly. In fact, you're left with only two choices: to buy a Chick-bator, pictured below, or to build your own.



Well, I decided that while the materials might be cheap, the time to gather and assemble them (and the shear will required to finish any project lately) would be better spent on building the coop we'll (hopefully) need in 6-8 weeks. I also had a coupon, which may have been the determining factor. :-)

According to the people at PoultryHelp.com I've made a horrible mistake. Not my first one, to be sure, but I'm still a little worried. After polling the nice folks hanging out on the boards at BackYardChickens.com, though, I think we do still have a fighting chance.

While I do think I should invest in a hygrometer to measure the humidity (and it looks like Home Depot has one for $2.98, which is within my budget), it seems like we have all of the components for success. Our setup may need a little more attention than an expensive incubator but I'm enjoying checking on the little darlings. Since I should be able to work from home almost every day for the next three weeks, I don't think we're quite doomed (yet).

UPDATE: I was actually able to find a free hygrometer on freecycle. It's only a couple of miles away--even closer than Home Depot--so I'm saving $2.98 plus tax as well as a little bit of gas. ;-) Just goes to show that you really don't have to spend a bundle to have fresh, organic food. A huge amount of effort, yes, but a lot of money, no.

A promise to my unhatched eggs

When (if?) these eggs hatch they won't be pets the same way that the dogs and cats are. They'll be moving outside as soon as they're old enough and they will never, ever be allowed in the bed. ;-) They are, however, still living beings that I'm going to be responsible for and I have to make promises to them the same way that I have made to my other animals. To everyone I promise to make sure they always have enough food and water and adequate shelter. To the cats I promise to never declaw them. To the dogs I promise to never let them off lead in an unfenced area. To the chickens I promise to never make them wear saddles.


Really, people. Saddles? Aprons? For chickens? Okay, I guess with the explanation I get that they might be a necessary thing to protect chickens against violent roosters--but I'd rather just get rid of the roosters with the issues. Since I'm planning on inviting any roosters to dinner (haha) that shouldn't be an issue. So I think I can safely promise my future chicks that their dignity (and their feathers) will be safe.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

Hatching eggs require . . .

What do fertile hatching eggs require to, well, hatch? Not too much, it turns out. They need to be kept at an even temperature so I put a little thermometer on top of the eggs and adjusted a 7 watt lightbulb with a small square of aluminum foil. They need a little humidity so I filled one of the legs of the incubator with water. And they need to be turned. At least three times a day. Really, that doesn't seem like such a huge commitment.

It turns out, though, that turning a hatching egg is a little more complicated than I originally thought. For starters, you have to mark the top and bottom of the eggs so that you're turning it as close to 180 degrees as you can each time.



When turning a fertile egg in the incubator, you also have to make sure to always keep the "big" end of the egg tilted up. That's fine as long as you can tell which end of the egg is "big." On one of my eggs it isn't so obvious. I've pretty much guessed, so we'll keep our fingers crossed for that little guy.

Besides determining the proper tilt, though, the hard part seems to be just scheduling the turns themselves. Today we were out for 12 hours at a special event. I turned the eggs this morning at 6am but didn't get the chance to turn them again until 7pm. It's important to turn them an odd number of times each day so that they don't spend consecutive nights on the same side, so I'll stay up as late as I can (probably around 10pm) and turn them again. Hope I don't end up with little lopsided chicks. :-)

Friday, September 4, 2009

Why are we raising our own chickens?

Well, the short answer is that I'm willing to try almost anything once and this seems like a good experience for my daughter and the chance to provide her with healthy, organic (and truly local) fresh food. The long answer is (by definition) a little more complicated. :-)

Part of the problem is that Americans see things like the video below every day and while they are horrified and moved emotionally--they're not actually moved. Americans are not moved to act or to make changes in their lifestyles and buying habits that could effect real change. I always shake my head when people say they care but feel like they can't make a change. Because, really, it's so easy.

This is the way that the poultry industry currently treats chickens:


If you aren't okay with that, all you have to do is stop buying your eggs at the grocery store. Almost every urban and suburban community in this country has a farmer's market, every rural route has at least one farm that sells fresh eggs--and other healthy, organic, locally raised, fresh foods. No, it may not be as close as your local Giant or Safeway and yes, you might have to plan out your food shopping a week at a time. No more speeding over to the local grocery store at 7pm on a Tuesday because you've run out of eggs. The good news is that fresh eggs last a while so you can buy a couple of dozen at a time.

Or, you can do what we're doing, and try to raise your own chickens. You don't have to start with fertile hatching eggs--most farms will sell chicks of various ages for just a couple of dollars each. You also don't need to spend a great deal of money on supplies. Our incubator was less than $20 and the cage I plan to use as a "brooder" to raise the chicks was a giveaway from someone's spring cleaning.

So whether you go the easy route and visit your local farmer's market once a week or go completely bonkers like us and try to hatch your own eggs, you have no excuse for buying eggs at the grocery store. You don't need to carry a sign to stage your own protest--let your money do the talking for you. Companies will listen.

Fertile eggs? Check! Incubator? Check!

The pieces are finally all in place. Last night I assembled our Chick-bator Incubator and set it up to monitor the temperature. After much fiddling and rearranging, I finally got it to a steady 100 degrees. This morning our three potential chicks arrived:


Now we're ready for the pieces to all come together. I very carefully marked the top and bottom of each egg and numbered them. (I'm open to giving them names.) I put them in the incubator--which is inside a kitchen cabinet to protect it from drafts--at cats. It happens to be the cabinet in which I keep the dog treats, so hopefully my little organic chicks won't develop a subconscious desire for beef jerky. :-)

And here they are in all of their glory. This will be the eggs' home for the next 21 days . . .

Our hatching eggs have arrived!

Big thanks to Jenifer at Blue Daze Farm for sending out our little future chicks so quickly! The package arrived at the post office this morning bright and early. I called to make sure they would keep it there--instead of driving it around in a hot mail truck all day--and went to pick it up. I loved the little drawing and warnings on the side, but they freaked the post office ladies out a little. They were positive they had heard noises from the box and that the chicks were going to peck their way out at any moment. :-)


Opening the box was like Christmas morning! The inside was filled with pink packing peanuts, which I carefully sifted through to unearth the three very carefully packaged farm-fresh eggs inside. Each egg was individually wrapped in bubble wrap and sealed in its own little baggy for the ride. It looks like all of this care did the job, too, because the shells at least are in perfect condition.


As most of my friends know, I have a hard time distinguishing between green and blue so I won't venture to guess at the color of the eggs, although it's definitely one or the other. :-) The eggs are on the small size but feel unusually heavy--maybe because they're fertile or just because they're organic? I know the supposedly cage-free eggs at the grocery store are often just like the commercial eggs in everything but name and color. We had fertile eggs as a child (my grandmother's neighbor raised chickens) but I haven't really been exposed to them as an adult. I'm so excited that Gus will get the opportunity to (hopefully) see these eggs hatch and raise the chicks. I'm looking forward to one day having access to real organic fresh eggs that we know come from the healthiest--and most humane--environment possible.