my lovely wife dawn419 has done several hatchings previously i'd always missed them. i was working 56 hrs per week, but since the accident i'm trapped at the house 27-7, chained to my "walker". day 18, i'm up before dawn and messing around on the puter. i hear this peep peep. i jump up and push the dog out of the way and scan the 'bater right behind me. nothing.....no pips no nothing. when dawn finally woke up i told her that we probably needed to oil the egg turner because when it turns the eggs it sounds just like the peeps. so we went about our day, go run errands and take care of a client tank. we arrive back home with 250 lbs of feed, mission accomplished, as i'm calling my best friend and our neighbor to help us unload feed, dawn comes running out of the puter room and says that we have 1 out and several pipped. so what i heard this morning was the peeps through the shell....no oil necessary. hehe. now the best part of the drama, we still haden't moved all the other kids around to make space in the brooder. soooooo..... the mad dash to finish cages and move unharvested roosters so we could move the adolescents from the last hatch out of the brooder. 2-3 hrs later with 2 gimps working like feinds and daylight seriously fading we got everything in order.... dawn checks e-mail and i poke my head over the 'bater.... i finnally got to see a chick bust out, and i was coaching and cheering the whole way. yay one wing woo hoo 2 wings etc etc....... dawn knew that i was hooked when i told her to go ahead and order any hatching eggs she wanted as long as the schedule worked out. 'caus my red golden phesant eggs are due soon...hehe. i'm a sucker for eye candy. now she knows that i'm a sucker for all of her poultry endevours.... all is lost......
cheers,
doc
cheers,
doc