My incubator came in today!
I'm very pleased, but first, I must tell you the story behind it's arrival.
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So; I did some babysitting today for my parents, and while they were out, Dad bought these nice shiny workbench things (they're very big, too,) and I got to burn the boxes.
I spent some time outside, burning them, and playing with the chicken feathers in the grass, and when I came back in, this was more or less, me:
(Yes, I know, I look very intelligent.)
I'd been waiting for the bator to come in all day, (FedX delivery,) and I was sitting at the table later---eating Sloppy Joe burgers (very good, of course,) and reading a very educational book about space, and the universe, and you get the picture---when the dogs started barking and running outside. Now, I figured this must be FedX, and got up real fast and went outside, hollering for Indy + Willow + Rose +Zeb + all four dogs to stay back from the big white truck that had just pulled up into our drive.
The FedX guy got out, and walked around to the big sliding door, and I yelled, "Hi!"
Me; with my war-paint stripes made out of charred Styrofoam, my feather in my quite tangled hair, through over my shoulders all "hippy-style" according to my cousin Jordan....My flannel jacket and pants were smeared with mud and ash and maybe a little chicken poo, and I probably had Sloppy Joe sause on my face. (Naturally, none of this came to my mind at the time: to be honest, it's pretty normal for me. But most people are spared this horror.)
The guy says "Hello." And the rest continues like this.
Me: "Do you have my baidder?"
Him: "Why yes I do---" *Pulls out of truck and starts writing on a piece of paper.* Then, *Hands to me.* "---What are you going to hatch in this?"
*Me, swatting back Duke, and reaching for the incubator box with a big stupid grin*
"Cheeck-ens!"
He just nodded with a smile and said, "o-kay, have a nice day."
"You too!"
And then he drove away with haste.
I don't blame him.
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So anyways; it took me a while to figure out how to put the bator together, all the while my parents are laughing at me, and I'm laughing at myself for my hasty run to the FedX truck, in all my wonderful glory. It was a amusing, heavens help the man who worked for FedX and had to put up with me.
(Plastic cover still on the windows.)
I asked Mom if I could do a test-hatch, and she didn't seem convinced at first. After all! Our birds aren't laying yet this year.
Until today.
I went out to the lot, telling Zelda that it would be nice if I could get some eggs from the chickens to use for a test-hatch, and my mom says, "ha! If you find any, you can hatch them."
Haha.
I'd just been telling her that some of the gamehens were showing signs of getting ready to start laying again. Clucking more, bristling their feathers when you walked up to them....
Sure enough.
Two eggs! First two of the year!
I am a psychic.
So, I'm letting them sit point-down in a carton overnight to room temperature, so they can settle, while I get the bator's temperature evened out.
Then, we will see just how well that thing works....
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