I received a phone call on Tuesday that my quail eggs have shipped, and that my local post office would notify me on Friday so I can pick them up. So imagine my horror this evening when my wife checks the mailbox after work and finds a small box of eggs "on it's side". I don't know how long those eggs were in the mailbox like that, and I shiver to think about how they were handled and transported in the mailtruck that delivered them to my mailbox. Right now, the eggs are resting for the next 24 hours after which the family is going to get together for an "egg laying ceremony". In the meantime, my incubator is operational and I'm monitoring the humidity. I'm hoping for the best, but expecting the worst. Fingers crossed.