Dharma is a four day old partridge rock. he's already made a name for himself. he will try to climb anything, get behind or beside anything. if i were not careful he'd be under stuff as i clean and replace. he's the only chick with a spot between his eyes.
he's one of the red/browns and therefore, friendlier, squattier and bigger than most of the others. if he were as aloof as the sole well marked, partridge racing stripe chick, Dharma would likely already be toast. he saves his own life every time he climbs on my hand to sit.
Today Dharma managed to worm beside the waterer and get stuck, poopy and cold. he cried. i kept going to look for the crying chick and couldn't find one.
the difference in a moving group of chicks between 25 and 24 is really hard to see, counting the little dashing bodies is like trying to stop the tide.
Finally i just got a box and started yanking out chicks and counting. 24... what the heck, where is that peeping coming from? Answer the idiot behind the waterer. lift it away to find Dharma, damp, sore, cold and cranky.
more chicken butt washing, towel drying and blow drying. From how fast he napped out in the warm air i'm figuring that part felt pretty good.
i made some sugar water and held him in the sun, nudging drops into his beak every little bit, cursing him roundly but well, kind of softly.
A few cycles of nap and drink and he finally woke up and started fussing about being held. i took him back and set him next to the waterer, now further from the wall... he drank, went over, ate and headed for a nap. he's still some sore when someone jumps on him but he appears to be doing well. Tomorrow he'll get a better bath but i figured a faster warm up was more important.
This bird is sooo not long for this world and he's only on DAY FOUR. i can only begin to imagine what he's going to get into once he has access to the outdoors. if he doesn't die of an escapade BEFORE then, or i don't throttle his little self for being a ROYAL pain.
Anybody ever tells you all chickens are alike, well you already know it's not true, but you go on and tell them about Dharma the daring Dodo. And the on going drama of whether the little idiot lives or dies. And I am NOT smiling at all fondly...
he's one of the red/browns and therefore, friendlier, squattier and bigger than most of the others. if he were as aloof as the sole well marked, partridge racing stripe chick, Dharma would likely already be toast. he saves his own life every time he climbs on my hand to sit.
Today Dharma managed to worm beside the waterer and get stuck, poopy and cold. he cried. i kept going to look for the crying chick and couldn't find one.
the difference in a moving group of chicks between 25 and 24 is really hard to see, counting the little dashing bodies is like trying to stop the tide.
Finally i just got a box and started yanking out chicks and counting. 24... what the heck, where is that peeping coming from? Answer the idiot behind the waterer. lift it away to find Dharma, damp, sore, cold and cranky.
more chicken butt washing, towel drying and blow drying. From how fast he napped out in the warm air i'm figuring that part felt pretty good.
i made some sugar water and held him in the sun, nudging drops into his beak every little bit, cursing him roundly but well, kind of softly.
A few cycles of nap and drink and he finally woke up and started fussing about being held. i took him back and set him next to the waterer, now further from the wall... he drank, went over, ate and headed for a nap. he's still some sore when someone jumps on him but he appears to be doing well. Tomorrow he'll get a better bath but i figured a faster warm up was more important.
This bird is sooo not long for this world and he's only on DAY FOUR. i can only begin to imagine what he's going to get into once he has access to the outdoors. if he doesn't die of an escapade BEFORE then, or i don't throttle his little self for being a ROYAL pain.
Anybody ever tells you all chickens are alike, well you already know it's not true, but you go on and tell them about Dharma the daring Dodo. And the on going drama of whether the little idiot lives or dies. And I am NOT smiling at all fondly...
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