Now that the last batch went so well (chickens that is, in the incubator), the Farmer’s Wife feels as though she has this all-figured-out. She can hatch chicks with the best of them. So…the incubator is given barely a day to rest before it’s reloaded–this time with twenty-one fresh-from-the-chicken-eggs (boy, are our girls tired). The timer was set. The egg-turner switched on. Water was added daily, and twenty-one days later….nothing. Twenty-two days later…still nothing. Twenty-five days later and one egg began to quiver. The Farmer’s Wife watched it excitedly. There was to be a beginning after all! Several hours later the chick emerged, flopped around, and finally, laid still on…