This is hard to explain, and perhaps I am just being a paranoid first timer at raising chicks, but it's better to be safe than sorry.
I have six little gals, about a week old, and they are doing great. They are still not quite used to me, and cry out when I hold them at first, though they calm down pretty fast now. Two of my chicks are red pullets, and they cry the loudest out of all of them, even though one of them, (Goldie,) is the tiniest of the whole group.
Anyway, on to my question: The gals peep here and there, nothing out of the ordinary, but tonight twice now, I have heard one of the red pullets let out their unmistakable loud peep. They usually only do this when they are scared from being picked up or moved for cleaning of their brooder. But it's just two or three loud peeps, then they quiet down. I of course have checked the two times they have done this, and nothing is out of the ordinary, the temperature of the brooder is fine, and they have food and water and are just roaming around as usual. They have been fighting over their roosting stick, so could that be it? I just am worried that something might be wrong that I'm just not noticing.
*(I blame my paranoia on when I raised a baby starling that had fallen from a building at about two days old, and he passed away from internal injuries from his fall 3 weeks later. I know how delicate these little babies can be!)*

Anyway, on to my question: The gals peep here and there, nothing out of the ordinary, but tonight twice now, I have heard one of the red pullets let out their unmistakable loud peep. They usually only do this when they are scared from being picked up or moved for cleaning of their brooder. But it's just two or three loud peeps, then they quiet down. I of course have checked the two times they have done this, and nothing is out of the ordinary, the temperature of the brooder is fine, and they have food and water and are just roaming around as usual. They have been fighting over their roosting stick, so could that be it? I just am worried that something might be wrong that I'm just not noticing.
*(I blame my paranoia on when I raised a baby starling that had fallen from a building at about two days old, and he passed away from internal injuries from his fall 3 weeks later. I know how delicate these little babies can be!)*