I know it's bound to happen and is just a part of the whole deal, and I always think I'm prepared, but it has killed me the few times I've lost chicks and seriously made me question each time if it was worth it. By far the worst one for me was a turkey chick last spring. I hatched out a batch of wild Eastern Turkeys (my neighbor was clipping a field, partially ran over the nest and there was no way the hen would come back with a destroyed nest and clipped field so I took in the eggs). I had a few that were having a splayed leg issue so I did the little band-aid wrap on their legs. Unfortunately I had placed the waterer too close to the edge of the pen and one little chick fell in, couldn't get out because of the edge of the pen and I'm sure because his legs were wrapped, and he drowned. It happened in a matter of minutes because I had just put them out there, walked inside and came back out and found him. I cried and cried and felt horrible because I knew it was my fault.
But it's so much fun to raise the little crazy things and watch them grow that I keep doing it, even knowing there will be losses and saddness.
But it's so much fun to raise the little crazy things and watch them grow that I keep doing it, even knowing there will be losses and saddness.
