So I switched the chicks to a chick feeder instead of the jam jar lids, and today I gave myself a heart attack.
I have noticed that thanks to their superior poop aim, I have to take the feeder out at the end of the day and clean it off and dump the pooped on food, so I did that and put it back in. My youngest wanders in and asked to pet one, so I go reaching for Wrong End as I’ve been picking him up briefly throughout the day hoping I can get him hand tame - and I can’t find him!!
I panic and count the chicks- 12, he’s totally missing! I call in the older kid and we start searching my office thinking he jumped out (they can almost clear the sides of the damn container) but there’s no sign of him.
y’all. I put the chick feeder on top of that idiot. He’s fine, he was sitting right under the indent in the middle. But oh my goodness. We gave him a little once over and some pets (he’s basically the only one who tolerates it) and put him back in. Whoops.