Over the last 2 days, we’ve been hatching our first Icelandic chickens. We decided to help in the efforts to preserve this amazing and rare breed of landrace chickens, and so we got some eggs from a local breeder, descended directly from one of the six imported lines from Iceland.
All was well throughout the incubation period; we only had one loss early on. Going into the hatching lockdown we had 11 eggs and high hopes. On Day 21, just like clockwork, two little darlings popped out right on time. Four more had pipped, and we figured it would all be done in a few more hours. We were wrong — this would be the most stressful, Murphy’s-Law-laden hatch ever. It was also the hatch I’ve learned the most from.