Final tally was four successful hatches, one poor chick that hatched but didn't make it out of the nest, and two that started hatching but didn't make it out of the shell (unsure why). We are just past 60 days from what I expect was the last egg laid and sat upon in the clutch so I called it. Fred was still sitting this morning but no movement, no peeps. I started tearing the nest down from around him (the nest in this case was all of the straw and bale-windbreaks that I put up during wet, windy, winter weather). I went inside and a little while later saw him up and about through the window. Funnily enough he and Ethel, the mate, were amorous and then he chased her around for a while. Hopefully he gets his body mass back up after sitting for two months straight, but it was amazing that he just got up and ran around after all that. The weirdest part was...the remaining three eggs...GONE. I have no idea what happened to them. I didn't see them or any remnants around or in the nearby creek. Mystery.