Well, the dear wife finally figured out my last hidding place fot the egg hatching. She went into the barn and saw how many eggs the bantam girls were sitting on. "Did you know about this Mr. ?!" was the question I had to answer. I just bowed my head and siad "yes" in a little boy tone. The leghorns and who ever else had been laying in the boxes while the bantam girls were off eating and drinking. Well, of course I knew about this, I feed the chickens and put them away. My last hope for being a "hatch-a-holic" (as one person has stated on this forum) has been dashed. My wife told me she was talking with another and stated she has to be firm and not enable me any more. "I refuse to be a co-dependent " was her statement. Well today she told me to fire up the incubator and take all the eggs from the bantam girls and put them in it. By the way she said, put those cochin eggs I have in the bowl on the coounter in while you are at it. Oh, how this desease works. It is a Glorious day, if not perhaps the last of these days for a "hatch-a-holic". One note though. She has been threatening to go to "chicken Al-Anon", were one learns to live with a problem hatcher.