When we last left Saill she was rescuing a cat which miraculously turned out to probably be the long, lost brother of her first cat, Maxwell. When I checked in with her last week she was incubating eggs in an incubator she found on line. She thought the chicks had died because it had been cold and rainy all week and the incubator instructions seemed to be a little bit vague. But Saill lives on a ranch now, she’s officially a determined country person that deeply believes in the ability for animals to survive even when their incubator is questionable. She was not going to give up on this project until those eggs started stinking!
But the next morning she woke up to an egg rocking back and forth and a little beak breaking a hole through it! It was Lou, the dark one. It took him all day, but he finally broke through and freed himself. After a short nap he began chirping at the other eggs to tell his brothers and sisters to come join him. And so Pat began pecking out of her shell and ten hours later Saill had two baby chicks cuddling under a heat lamp!
The next evening she did what every new chicken mom would do. She dressed them up in muffin papers to make it look like they were wearing dresses!! Oh Saill!