Interesting. I guess like me you can't help the newbie with hatch information though. When is your next hatch?When I was 7 or 8, I was living just outside Boston, my next door neighbor was a bank, the back lot behind the five & dime was behind my house. It was the CITY. I found a duck waddling down Main street. It's wings were clipped, so it just ran away from me. Eventually, I convinced it to come home with me. We named it Stubby. For about 3 months, we treated it like my new pet. It lived in the house, but spent the days outside with us kids. We went on vacation and the friends that were watching him for us, put him in a box, when he tried to jump out he broke his neck is what they told us. My dad was convinced they ate it. But a year or so later, my dad was digging in the back yard, and found him. So, for 3 months as a small child, we had A duck. I never did find out why a duck with it's wings clipped was wandering down Main St.