- Nov 8, 2009
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It's our second year with chickens. Last year my daughter came with me to the feed store to pick out our babies and of course we think they are the funniest, smartest and most beautiful chickens ever hatched. This year I ordered the heritage varieties I wanted instead of picking out of the "grab bin" and the babies arrived last Friday ( 5 welsummers, 5 barnevelders, 5 dominiques and 5 marans). Well, my daughter mentioned being sad that she didn't get any chickens "of her own"... I (stupidly) told her that she could pick out a few that were the same age from the feed store. She came home with one wyndotte that is obviously feathering out, one houdan that is going to have it's extra toes eaten and one cottonball sized banty. UGH. It was all going so well but now I've got chaos! We had to separate the banty because everyone was trying to eat his feet. We went back and got two other banties to keep the first one company in solitary and all they've done is cry! They are in a basket in the big brooder and it appears they want out with the big guys, but I really think they would be legless by morning.
update: banties are now in their own cardboard box brooder, peeping relentlessly. The thermostat says it's between 93 and 95 in there, but they are still crying.
Hoo boy.
update: banties are now in their own cardboard box brooder, peeping relentlessly. The thermostat says it's between 93 and 95 in there, but they are still crying.
Hoo boy.