About a month ago I lost all but one of my flock to a dog attack. I had been gone a week so there was a decent buildup of eggs left. My incubater wasn't up and running but something told me to get it on and collect as many eggs as possible. Despite that I didn't hold out much hope most of the eggs were sitting out for at least a week. I let the incubator run however I left it dry and didn't turn the eggs. Yesterday I figured there's no reason to keep it on if any eggs were good they're not anymore due to some high temp fluxes and not being turned, so I loaded them up and took them out to the compost bin. Holding an egg about to drop it in I hear a faint 'peep peep'. I listen closer and there's a little pecking. Suddenly I'm in a panic, the incubator is turned off and I'm outside with a container full of eggs that might actually have chicks in them. So back inside, incubator back on, eggs gently back in and a dish of water in. 24 hours later I have a small pip, and what sounds like a few more peeps coming from other eggs. This is not how I intended to hatch out my first chicks. To add to that, my lone barred rock hen has decided now that she's alone she's going to go broody about a week ago. Its my plan to give her these babies, she just seems totally lost being by herself out there.