One morning last week I was invited out of bed by the promise of a couple of turks singing on the kitchen table. I bolted out of bed – wouldn’t you? With coffee in hand, I sat in the kitchen rocker and marveled at the lilting tones of the newly-hatched turkey poults in the incubator that sat prominently on our
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Just before Christmas I picked up this old reliable incubator. I was on the verge of putting one on my Christmas wish list and thought I should “check Craigslist first”. Famous last words. Being able to hatch my own eggs is power. An incubator is power. I am drunk with power. Symptoms of this include: + ordering hatching eggs of
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