Hi all!
The other day I got four 1-week-old (or so) Black Australorp and four Buff Orpington chicks, and put them into the little pen in my backyard. I had another group of chicks, but they are about 7 weeks old now, and they can roam around the fenced in yard.
Anyway, I went to water my veggie garden with the sprinkler, and forgot the the itty-bitty babies would be in the line of fire. They got soaked.
7 of the 8 looked fine. Wet and ticked off, but they were running around, eating, cuddling, etc.
Number 8 did not look fine. A Black 'Lorp. She was huddled next to the cat carrier I use as a shelter for the chicks. She was sitting down, closed eyes, head drooped. Drenched.
I scooped her out and... ahem... popped her into my bra. I wanted to keep her warm and have my hands free at the same time. No, I didn't take a picture. Pervs.
Anyway, I brought her inside and set up a small box with a heating pad and t-shirt, and set her in it. She stayed about the same, making mournful, quiet little "peeps" every few seconds. I got her to take a little warmed sugar water.
I just looked in on her a minute ago, and she's fluffy, bright-eyed, looking around, and peeping inquisitively. She took some more sugar water mixed with her normal food. I think she's going to be OK.
I'm really irritated with myself, because of that silly mistake. I know little ones can't regulate their body temps very well. Hopefully this little gal will pull through.
The other day I got four 1-week-old (or so) Black Australorp and four Buff Orpington chicks, and put them into the little pen in my backyard. I had another group of chicks, but they are about 7 weeks old now, and they can roam around the fenced in yard.
Anyway, I went to water my veggie garden with the sprinkler, and forgot the the itty-bitty babies would be in the line of fire. They got soaked.
7 of the 8 looked fine. Wet and ticked off, but they were running around, eating, cuddling, etc.
Number 8 did not look fine. A Black 'Lorp. She was huddled next to the cat carrier I use as a shelter for the chicks. She was sitting down, closed eyes, head drooped. Drenched.
I scooped her out and... ahem... popped her into my bra. I wanted to keep her warm and have my hands free at the same time. No, I didn't take a picture. Pervs.
Anyway, I brought her inside and set up a small box with a heating pad and t-shirt, and set her in it. She stayed about the same, making mournful, quiet little "peeps" every few seconds. I got her to take a little warmed sugar water.
I just looked in on her a minute ago, and she's fluffy, bright-eyed, looking around, and peeping inquisitively. She took some more sugar water mixed with her normal food. I think she's going to be OK.
I'm really irritated with myself, because of that silly mistake. I know little ones can't regulate their body temps very well. Hopefully this little gal will pull through.
