Saturday, May 3, 2008

Adventures in Candling, part 2

Like an over-anxious grand-mama I've been hovering. This morning I candled and stared at the dark mass, wondering if it was a duck or if the poor egg had been stressed past the point of viability.

Movement. Is it a heartbeat? A duckling turning over in it's sleep?

It's a little webbed foot, actively swimming in the heart of its shell.


1 comment:

Bobbi said...

This is more awesome than I thought it would be; for realsies, they swim in their shells?