My mother and I have been on the wagon for a couple years since a mystery predator wiped out her entire flock.
When we were using(incubators) we could con anyone into enabling us.
When my father kept from going to auctions and made us sell our rooster he thought he had managed to get us rehabed....
He should have known.....should have realized as long as the incubator and pictures of past chicks were in the house the sweet siren call of peeping eggs would call us back to its 21 day gauntlet of suspense, sadness, elation, and broodiness!!!
My father tried but he couldn't be with us 24/7 soon I saw gorgeous mixed breed chickens are ranging beside a road on the way to school. I managed to tell my mother the address and a few weeks later she returned from grocery shopping with dozens of fertilized eggs! She had stopped at the house with the chickens and asked to buy 12 fertilized eggs for her incubator. The women who wanted chicks herself but couldn't get a hen to brood offered all the eggs we could want if we hatched 2 dozen for her too! We were back in the grips of incubator madness!