All 6 of the 6 that made it to lockdown hatched! The one Swedish Flower was not a sure thing. She clearly tore a blood vessel during hatching. The inside of the shell and all the feathers from throat to vent were smeared with blood. Her waste sac remained firmly attached to her through her umbilicus, and she spent two hours dragging it around behind her in the incubator before it dried enough that I could safely cut it. Even her feathers took so much longer to dry than all the others. The Isbar born an hour later was fluffed up before she was.
After transfer to the brooder, the other five kept booting her out from under the plate. I put her in the toe of a sock that I split lengthwise and tied around my neck. Then zipped up my fleece and she snuggled in and fell asleep. After a few hours and lots of lovely little trills, she started wanting out, so I moved her back to the brooder. After that, every time they kicked her out, she puffed up and went right back in. Now she’s doing great. I’m calling her Lucky.
And now, fluffy chicks!