I'm kind of freaking out. Call me a tree hugging hippie girl, but this sent me over the edge.
My mother wanted me to go out and collect duck eggs from the pen. There were two in particular she wanted me to get because she was worried they were developing into duckings. In fact she knew they probably were, she just didn't know how far along and wanted to grab them before they got too far.
I went into the pen, distracted the ducks with food, and snagged the eggs. I was already nervous because the last time I collected eggs that were heavy and warm like my mother described I cracked it open and there was an almost totally developed baby duck in there. That was very unnerving to say the least.
These ones were very hot indeed. I took them to our dog who knows how to crack open eggs and eat the contents. She broke them open with her teeth, but wouldn't eat them, because the ducklings inside were about as developed as they get before actually hatching.
I stopped breathing momentarily as blood came gushing out of the cracked shells. I peeled the shells of one back and saw the little bird. It had everything, feathers, beak and all. It was even moving. It was wriggling and writhing in my hands as I peeled away the shell. I couldn't save it. There was no saving it now that it's egg had been broken prematurely. It was even trying to breath, it's little beak was gasping for air. I held and watched it as it suffocated inside the placenta meant to protect it. I tried to break it's neck to prevent it any suffering, but I had to pull hard, much harder than I had expected, as the bones were totally formed. That was when I started hyperventilating. I took both ducklings and smashed their heads with my foot. My whole body became taut with tension when I saw their brains as I pulled my foot back. I threw their bodies into the bushes.
I'm feeling physically ill. I have this gruesome sensation in my stomach. I can still feel them in my hands and their tiny little bones. I'm struggling to breath normally. My hands are shaking like crazy. I can't think clearly. Rest assured, I will never collect eggs from that place again.
I'm sorry for the gorry details. I'm just overwhelmed by this and needed to get it out of my system. Thank you to anyone who listened.
My mother wanted me to go out and collect duck eggs from the pen. There were two in particular she wanted me to get because she was worried they were developing into duckings. In fact she knew they probably were, she just didn't know how far along and wanted to grab them before they got too far.
I went into the pen, distracted the ducks with food, and snagged the eggs. I was already nervous because the last time I collected eggs that were heavy and warm like my mother described I cracked it open and there was an almost totally developed baby duck in there. That was very unnerving to say the least.
These ones were very hot indeed. I took them to our dog who knows how to crack open eggs and eat the contents. She broke them open with her teeth, but wouldn't eat them, because the ducklings inside were about as developed as they get before actually hatching.
I stopped breathing momentarily as blood came gushing out of the cracked shells. I peeled the shells of one back and saw the little bird. It had everything, feathers, beak and all. It was even moving. It was wriggling and writhing in my hands as I peeled away the shell. I couldn't save it. There was no saving it now that it's egg had been broken prematurely. It was even trying to breath, it's little beak was gasping for air. I held and watched it as it suffocated inside the placenta meant to protect it. I tried to break it's neck to prevent it any suffering, but I had to pull hard, much harder than I had expected, as the bones were totally formed. That was when I started hyperventilating. I took both ducklings and smashed their heads with my foot. My whole body became taut with tension when I saw their brains as I pulled my foot back. I threw their bodies into the bushes.
I'm feeling physically ill. I have this gruesome sensation in my stomach. I can still feel them in my hands and their tiny little bones. I'm struggling to breath normally. My hands are shaking like crazy. I can't think clearly. Rest assured, I will never collect eggs from that place again.
I'm sorry for the gorry details. I'm just overwhelmed by this and needed to get it out of my system. Thank you to anyone who listened.
