So three weeks ago a dog took out every single one of my hens (12) and the mean ol' rooster that was destined for the crockpot. I was devastated, but it was my fault due to a weak pen. We began to build Fort Knox for a new coop and I in a sort of desperation, I took every single egg out of the fridge... ten days +, cracked, displaced air cells, thin shelled, etc. When I candled along the way, it looked like mamy didn't develop right or quit, almost threw them out, but I left them there just in case. I had placed 38. During the incubation my LG started to act up. My temps ranged from a drop to 90 one night to some days above 102. I honestly thought all hope was lost at several points and comtemplated chucking the whole batch. I am SO glad I didn't, because as of this morning 34 have hatched and there are two more pips. I am truly amazed! After ALL the things that went wrong (I am seriously chucking this bator and buying a fancy one for all the stress it gave me) and the fact that my eggs were so old... and refridgerated, that this many developed and hatched. This has emphsized to me that these eggs can take quite a bit, and I should NEVER trust my gut when it says throw this egg out!