This morning I went to the local poultry auction. Showing great restraint, and knowing that I had 24 eggs in the incubator at home, and 2 hens setting, I did not buy a single chicken. I did come home with a very cute baby mini-lop doe rabbit. Her name is Ruby. I was so good, there were some buff orphington peeps, cuckoo and wheaten marans, gold laced wyndottes, but I sat on my hands. I came home, anxious to watch chicken TV, to find that my soon to be ex room-mate had left my 6 month old wolf hybrid puppy, Maia, in the house alone! (the room-mate was gone). I could deal with the trash that was strewn from one end of the house to the other. I could handle finding my favorite stuffed gorilla shredded. However, I'm having a hard time with the fact that I found my bedroom door open and the incubator turned upside down, and 20 of the eggs devoured!! I guess I should be mad at Maia, but I'm not. I never leave her unattended. If I'm not here, she's in her crate. My room mate does do dishes, sweep the floor and he's good at building nesting boxes. If anyone would like him, I'll sell him cheap: .39 a pound!