To all questioning my "been there, done that".
I didn't have the egg in there, but out of a load of eggs, only one hatched.
I thought it was just horrible to leave her in a brooder, all alone.
She lived in my bra for the first few weeks. We went everywhere together, work, stores, you name it.
Sweetest little girl... when she got big enough to take an adventure outside, it was spring, and I was doing yardwork.
I put her down on the grass, and she did NOT like that!
She ran along the rock border around the flower beds next to the house.
Would NOT go on the grass, so her name became Polly Prissypants.
Polly was a tiny bantam mutt, she lived for a few years, and just this year, died of cancer.
Here she is, causing trouble, again. RIP, Polly.