You know your husband is THE ONE when: At midnight, after an extraordinarily long Monday and having spent the past two hours stranded in a deserted parking lot, he sees you fire up the incubator and asks with absolutely no trace of dismay: "Oh, are you hatching eggs now?" A friend had a broody abandon the nest. One egg looked viable, but they weren't sure, so I checked it out. Looked healthy--good vein development, everything clean and healthy-looking inside, but it was cold and had been all day, and there was no movement. Nevertheless, I told them to stick it back under the broody (who was now on the nest for the night) and bring it to me in the morning and I'd see what I could do. Friend shows up at 9 this morning with an egg under his arm. Sure enough, little sucker is doing somersaults in there, veins pulsing away. Fortunately, the incubator I set up last night, to my husband's complete and inexplicable lack of dismay, was ready and waiting.