C’mon, don’t tell me you’ve never done it. 99.9% of hatch-a-holics have found themselves in the closet with a light and an egg at some point. We just don’t discuss it at cocktail parties. We’re desperate and we don’t care what it takes. We simply must know what’s going on inside those eggs: “Are they fertile or were they better left to accompany bacon and toast? Are they growing? They are? Yes! Are they still growing or are they ‘quitters?’ One just moved!” Whatever it takes, if it helps us get a clearer glimpse into the amazing, twenty-one day miracle that is a chicken-in-the making, count us in.
I have recently come out of the candling closet. For less than the price of a cup of coffee, I am out. There was no 12 step program, no coaching, no Dr. Phil. Just an innocent trip to Tractor Supply for feed and there it sat, unassumingly, on the check-out counter. It called to me. Admittedly, I had always been looking for my next score: a better,brighter flashlight. I’d give this one a whirl. For under two bucks, I figured, where’s the harm?
I brought it home that afternoon and headed directly to the closet. This little flashlight packs a beacon so powerful that I can now candle in broad daylight, in the middle of my kitchen. (gasp!) It is that bright. Don’t take my word for it, go get your own. You’ll thank me later.