I went out to find blood splatters around the nest and even in the food container and thought one of the chicks had gotten injured somehow. Nope. It was Barb. One of the little darlings took a tiny chunk out of her wattle. Just after ascertaining the source of the blood, one of the chicks jumped up and grabbed mom by her lower eyelid. Barb clamped her eye closed and then tossed it off. I'd bet money that chick was Chip, named so because he was a chip off the ol' block... his blockhead dad that is.Please share what happened
You'd have to either read my coop article or go way back in the cafe to get the gist of that boy. There are days I'd like to pretend Fabio is a football and I am the field goal kicker looking to make the Superbowl winning score from the 60 yard line.