
This is my first hatch, from my own little flock and the grandbaby and I have been getting more and more excited the closer we get to hatchday. We have the alarm set on my phone to remind us to turn them (mostly so that she will turn off the alarm and run squealing to me that it's time to turn the eggs...I'm a sucker for a good Maddy squeal). We've been candling and reading this site together She is so in love with Max the turkey, BTW. And the DH springs this trip on us and I'm like, really? Now? I love him to pieces, bless his heart, but he can be such a big baby about some things. (and apparently turning forty is one of those things. It may be fun, though, to have a hatch at the campsite. I wonder if chicks can eat s'mores?