Well, there is a tiny hole in one egg. So that is good, I think.
I have the darn humidity up to 56. The whole thing that isn't eggs is wet wash cloths.
I couldn't go out to get sponges, my car is in the garage.
I am so involved with these eggs that I forgot. I went to go get in the car, and it wasn't there. Oh.
I keep thinking perhaps something is wrong with the thingy that measures the humidity, because it has done nothing but rain here. The humidity must be about 100% outside the bater! I baked an angel food cake and it is all gooshy.
The place in front of the coop is slick beyond belief; if I fall no one will find me until August. So if you don't hear from me you will know what happened.
I am still hearing cheeping. Only one little hole, though...