So one day my wife and I are driving down the road, and I say to her "there is something I want to do, but you got to promise not to laugh". She tells me she wouldn't laugh, but I know that this is so totally out of character for me. I am the preverbal computer geek, who likes his electronic toys and hasn't seen daylight in months. All I know is that as I get older, certain "foods" don't go down like they used to. I need to be outside more also, and build things with my hands...
So I go buy some things to start raising chickens...
I figure this is going to be a learning process, and I decide to answer the age old question for myself (What came first, the chicken or the egg?). I figure that for this new hobby, it would be the egg.
Bare in mind, I am one tight little dude, and I wanted to make things with my hands. I start off with the incubator.
