"Why do we need an incubator?"
"Because I found a nest of Rouen eggs. Our hen is gone. I'm going to hatch them out."
"Are you sure you want to do that? It's a little late in the season."
"I can't just leave them here. They'll die."
At this point, not knowing how long the nest had been unattended, I think, hmm, I doubt they'll survive the journey to the house, much less the incubation. "Did you ask Dad?"
"He said fine."
Ooookay. 30 days of drama, about to unfold.
We set the eggs up in the incubator and faithfully turned them, sprayed them, watched them with a skeptical eye. One Saturday before daughter left for work, she came bounding in and announced she'd heard peeping. The eggs were about to hatch.
Okay, call me a non-believer. I never once thought the eggs stood a chance. But, lo and behold, by the end of the weekend, we were the proud foster family of 7 -- count'em SEVEN ducklings out of 11 eggs.
Even out Corgi is amazed.
Life is just filled with miracles. We had no idea how long our Rouen hen had left the nest. No idea how long she'd been sitting on them ( you need to stop turning the eggs in the incubator a few days before anticipated hatching ). No idea if they were even fertile.
But God knew. We lost one hen and now have 7 little lives to replace her.
Isn't life grand??