I still vividly remember the first kiwi chick I watched struggle out of its shell. I was huddled in a sleeping bag in the middle of the night in a little old building, staring through the small window on the top of an incubator at a large white egg. I was supposed to be recording detailed information on hatching behaviour and chick orientation, but I was so captivated by what I was watching that I completely forgot to write any notes. That was in 1997, and since that occasion I have been addicted to working with kiwi eggs and chicks.
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