I was pretty sure the mother died just a day or two before their hatch date, so I wasn’t surprised to find bird embryos in the eggs. But I was startled at how beautiful I perceived them to be…in their own alien-esque way.
This was Baby A, the pink baby.
At first I thought the artfully-arranged black streaks were blood vessels, until I got closer and realized they were embryonic feathers. You can also clearly see her fledgling wings, eyes and claws, and how she was curled up in her egg in a perfect fetal position.
She was firmly attached to her yolk, so Ali and I were able to talk about yolks and placentas and how babies are nourished while in the womb or an egg.
We also discussed the yolk-only egg, and how that egg must not have gotten Daddy’s part of the deal (we talk about the birds and the bees early in our family.)
Baby B had a much more pale yellow tint to him, but as soon as I opened his egg, the perfectly-formed beak captured me.
He was bigger than Baby A,
As he had a nice, rotund stomach ready to survive in the world. We also noted the blood vessels on the inside of his egg.
We studied the siblings for a while, discussed that we were sad they didn’t have the opportunity to live outside their eggs, then, with my surgical tools of a sturdy piece of pine straw and a wet wipe, detached them from their yolks, cleaned up our porch laboratory, and put them next to the unbroken egg for size comparison.
And then we thanked Noah for his accidental-yet-destructive curiosity. Because neither Ali nor I would have had the guts to do it.
…And we still have one unbroken egg, if anyone else needs their science credit for next year.