My Wheaton Marans are in a small cardboard box in the mud room. Several times a day I start hearing distressed chick chirping, which is a familiar sound when chicks get out of a box and find themselves alone on the floor.
Except these chicks are too small yet to fly out of the box, but when I go in there to see what's wrong, they are in the box all looking up waiting to see me, as far as I can figure out. Because as soon as they see me, they immediately get quiet and start doing their contended little chick peeping.
What am I going to do? I can't carry them around with me to keep them happy.
And there they go again. Gotta run...
Except these chicks are too small yet to fly out of the box, but when I go in there to see what's wrong, they are in the box all looking up waiting to see me, as far as I can figure out. Because as soon as they see me, they immediately get quiet and start doing their contended little chick peeping.
What am I going to do? I can't carry them around with me to keep them happy.
And there they go again. Gotta run...
