Sooooo. Yesterday I began my foray into feeding my quail (we are moving so getting chickens again will have to wait until then. Probably) with soaked/fermented feed...and almost killed my new hatch.
It wasn't the feed, it was the process. I filled a gallon jar with feed and water, stirred in a tablespoon of live sauerkraut juice and for lack of a better spot placed the jar on the desk in the garage office next to the incubator. The bator was still happily humming away awaiting late hatches, and my 23 fuzzies were happily snuggled in a rubbermaid tote under the desk with a drip feeder and precisely positioned heat lamp at exactly 100 perfect degrees. I went to bed, self satisfied with my neat arrangement.
This morning I was up just before 6 am, DH thoughtfully snoring in replacement of my alarm clock which I do not set on Saturday. Going to make my morning coffee, I heard distressed peeps coming from the office. Thinking that the 60 watt bulb wasn't doing it's job, I popped into the office only to find 23 soaking wet, bedraggled and hyperthermic quail chicks huddled and/or sprawling in varying stages of near death - the temperature having dropped to 78 degrees.
I snatched them up and back into the incubator and then irritably uncoupled the ball bearing drip waterer and yanked it out, thinking the seal had failed and flooded the brooder tote. But it was full. Questing for an answer, my coffee deprived brain wondered if DD had dumped water in there in her insomniac wandering during the night. No, the bottle I keep for incubator humidity was there, and not depleted. And then I saw it.
The gallon jug of grain and water I had set out to ferment had taken on a life of its own. It bulged and oozed over the top of the jar, making a mushroom of the rubber banded coffee filter I had covered it with, rivulets of moisture sliding down the sides and pooling on the desk. And dripping directly into the brooder.
Now I am impatiently waiting to see if the chicks survive, and whether they will be fuzzy or will dry with their down all matted and need bathing.
The soaked grain now resides in a plastic bucket, with plenty of room for expansion.