So last night, we had a really bad storm that blew down a large robin nest from one of our trees. Nothing I could do about it, the nest was completely, *completely* destroyed, and the eggs were ice cold when I found them.
So the kids saw them, and were surprised at how blue the eggs were. My thought process is then, hey, sciencey thing, let me save a couple of these for the kids. I brought them in, washed them really well, and then poked a couple holes in the first one. I figured I'd use the straw method to blow them out, and thank god I did.
The first blow did nothing, felt like there was a little stoppage. Hm, odd, let me blow harder. Oh dear god why did I do that.
What transpired was a mess of blood and white...and developing baby bird. And the kids were right there, on a chair, watching out of curiosity.
Screaming, falling over, knocking things down...yeaaaaah. That wasn't a surprise.
I managed to get the girls calmed down, told them a hundred times I was so sorry, I didn't think it'd developed THAT far...and have now placated them as best as I could. With bowls of pudding and whipped cream, and put on their favorite movie.
Someone hand me the worst parent of the year award, I'm fairly sure I've won it now. /sigh
So the kids saw them, and were surprised at how blue the eggs were. My thought process is then, hey, sciencey thing, let me save a couple of these for the kids. I brought them in, washed them really well, and then poked a couple holes in the first one. I figured I'd use the straw method to blow them out, and thank god I did.
The first blow did nothing, felt like there was a little stoppage. Hm, odd, let me blow harder. Oh dear god why did I do that.
What transpired was a mess of blood and white...and developing baby bird. And the kids were right there, on a chair, watching out of curiosity.
Screaming, falling over, knocking things down...yeaaaaah. That wasn't a surprise.
I managed to get the girls calmed down, told them a hundred times I was so sorry, I didn't think it'd developed THAT far...and have now placated them as best as I could. With bowls of pudding and whipped cream, and put on their favorite movie.
Someone hand me the worst parent of the year award, I'm fairly sure I've won it now. /sigh
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