So I got a dozen eggs shipped in a couple of weeks ago. The packaging was SO bad and I had gotten no notification (email, phone call, nothing) so those poor eggs sat in the mail box for days...while I waited for UPS. Even went into town to post office to check on delivery. So I discover them in the mail box, (AKKKK!!!!) and open the box. (Two sheets of egg carton and a piece of bubble wrap for 12 eggs. No really...). Contents looked shuffled like a deck of cards. Several are broken or cracked, several are very porous and the box is crushed on the corner, so I figure, this is a lost cause. Toss the unbroken ones in the bator (Little Giant still air) and focus on the Polish I have in the Brinsea Eco. Well 4 of the Polish hatched, lost one to wry neck, spraddle leg AND unfinished absorption of yolk sac. Struggled with that little guy for 5 days before he died, which left a really bad taste in my mouth about incubation and hatching. It was particularly hard because my kids and hubby were growing attached as well. Reluctantly locked down the remaining 5 eggs from the iffy shipment. Figured nothing was going to happen. Well the Husband comes running in this morning and hollers "We have a new family member." I about tripped over him trying to get to the bator. There the little lone chick is, against all odds and freaking ENORMOUS. So go figure. Restores my faith and gives me hope. He/she is about 1/3 larger at hatch, cream colored and not a Black Polish so I wonder when its going to look at its brothers and sisters and figure out its a little different. Its sort of like having "Elf" in the brooder. Imagine all this excitement and I didnt even bug Baralak or The Great Yapper once. Patting self on back. Patting chick on back, too. Introducing Buddy The Elf Buddy with friend who is nearly 8 days older: "One of these things is not like the other...one of these things just isn't the same..." "I am NOT going to wear the hat..."