I found some eggs in the corner of the pheasant pen that I had over looked when I was cleaning it out. I did not want to eat them since I didn't know how old they were so I popped them in the 'bator to see if I could get anything out of them. Out of seven eggs that I set six hatched. Unfortunately one quit on me on his second day so I only have five babies. One hatched days before any of the others and I thought I was I was gong to go nuts with the crying. I finally let him train me and ever since we have been living in peace. This is Fred (Don't ask - I told my mom that I had a quail hatch and she promptly named it Fred. Every time she called she would ask how her Fred was doing.) This is the one that nearly drove me nuts with the crying. This is the last one to hatch. I had put everybody else outside except for this one. She stayed in the house in a 10 gallon tank I had set up for her. It started to rain and I had to run to get everyone back inside before they got soaked. I have no idea how this little one got out of her pen but when I went to get her to put her in with the other birds I found her weaving in and out if the bars to cage I had put the others in. She looks pretty smug doesn't she??? This is Fred again. He couldn't wait for me to put the food in the pen. Went to check on the babies and found this one sprawled out. I thought that she had died until I saw her twitch. Had to take a picture of this because I thought it was just to cute after I got over the thought that she had passed.