these are great stories...I just got out of surgery. I had to be taken in sooner than I thought, so, of course, I already had some eggs in the bator. Oh, I mean bators.
DH was told, that he would have to keep the humidity up, because they were in lock down. Ok, so he sort of knows what that means.
I showed him how I wet the sponges to keep the humidity at a certain place..between 60 and 65. They had been in lockdown a couple of days when I went in. Of course, time for the hatch to start. So, at the end of the day I call him after he had gone home for the day from the hospital..I had my neck fused..C 5,6,7.
Anyway, I asked him if there were any pips. Oh, I don't know he says. So he goes to look. He's heard me so many times say out loud..I have a pip! Well, his turn. He says, hey, I see a pip. Then he says, I see another pip! Wait, there is another one!!!!!!!!!! Yes, he's actually sounding as excited as I do, then he tells me there are four all together. I told him that there may be a couple that will hatch that night.
First thing in the morning the phone call goes this way. Do I have any baby chicks? He says right away, there are two babies! And, all of the eggs are pipped. I had 6 Silver Laced Wyondottes. By the time I got home later that day, they had all hatched. We went into the room together, and he got his trusty little flash light out to see if they had all hatched. Counted about 4 times I would say before he opened the bator, because I had told him to keep the bator shut. He did it. He hatched out my babies. He picked them up and put them in the brooder that was ready for them. Guess what he did? He talked to each and every one, letting them know that they were going to a new place, and that they would like it a lot.
Too fun, now he knows how I feel when I get my babies.