Well, it looks like the cards have been dealt for me. I woke up late this morning to a peeping box at the end of my bed. My poor, sweet, traumatized husband felt so bad and sorry for me that he thought new babies would help so he snuck out to the feed store when they opened.
They made me cry all over, but I guess I have to put on a smile and get the brooder out again. He remembered 'bantams', so lord only knows exactly what these tiny things are. Hopefully, with another month, I can re-evaluate what went wrong and rebuild. Though I'll shoot that dog if I ever see it even look at my yard.