I don't even know why I bought an incubator for myself for Christmas... First it started in December (when it was below zero out) my silly GLW went broody and hatched out chicks in the frozen tundra of January in Maine. Then I had a series of chickens go broody, and I broke them until my crazy little banty went broody for the second time (she was absolutely stark raving mad I couldn't NOT give her eggs... have I mentioned I have no backbone?): About a week after she went broody my poor little always-picked-on Phoenix named Runty went broody. And the same day my GLW did, again, too. I tried a few days of taking them off the nest and putting them on the roost, or in a wire cage, but they continued to go back to the nest when able. I was done, they broke me instead. I gave 2 eggs to the GLW, 1 to the phoenix, and told them to have a a nice (21) day(s). Have I mentioned my coop is past capacity already? Have I mentioned I only have 9 nesting boxes? So then my banty hatched 3 chicks about 10 days ago: And as of this morning both Runty and the GLW had each hatched a chick. So I'm starting to think, WHEW! I MADE IT! REASON AND SANITY WILL REIGN IN THE COOP ONCE AGAIN. Then I came home from work today... Only to find: and Of course the speckled sussex is my absolute favorite chicken, ever. I can't not let her be a mom. Oh, and this vegetarian has to process the (now very badly behaved) roosters this weekend from the January hatch. I do hope I enjoy the taste of chicken.