TheGreatChickening
Songster
- Jun 28, 2022
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I don't know where to start. I am inept, so that's probably a good foundation. If there are aliens capable of visiting, but hesitant to do so, my ineptitude may be a contributing factor to their position.
I have 12 day old Rhode Island Reds. They were very sweet in the beginning. We gently scooped them up and snuggled them in our hands. They nestled into our palms and adorably nodded off - their cute puffy eyelids meeting strangely together. Our endeavors at attachment were eventually met with what, I assume, was their grateful response of massive defecations on our unprepared, bare epidermis.
Now anytime any of us reaches into the brooder, they run screaming from us and make an awkward dog pile of terrified baby chickens in the corner. I assume this is because I washed them a lot whenever they laid down because (1) I was afraid they were sick with pasty butt, and (2) I didn't know baby chicks nap during the day. What I am calling "washed them" they likely consider some bizarre form of Bible Belt Chicken Water Torture. I am fairly certain our empathetic beagle agrees with them; he is very protective of any species in distress and always ran in to silently judge me when the washings were afoot.
Also, I didn't know you were supposed to dry them off before returning them to the brooder, so they were doubly accosted by my best intentions. As an aside, hairdrying their posteriors on low seems to initiate bowel movements. As a further aside, one of the chicks stands in the corner, back to her sisters, with her head bowed as if in shame, while staccato chirping loudly like a silver gym whistle until her bowels are evacuated. Also, I literally watched one defecate on her sister's face; I laughed uproariously which also sent them screaming into the feather dogpile. And perpetuated more beagley silent judgement. *sigh*
I have digressed long enough. My assumption has been that their soundless laying about the brooder willy nilly is truly their version of napping. I have attached a pic (I hope) of what it looks like. I left the screen cover on for the picture because if I move it, more terror and anguish and silent beagle judgery. We still have no heat lamp, but do have the plate. I am cheaper than a rusty tin can in a junk yard, so the a.c. is always set to 77. It is a tad warmer than that in the kitchen which faces west. I hope I am contributing to their survival rather than being The Thing They Are Surviving.
I have 12 day old Rhode Island Reds. They were very sweet in the beginning. We gently scooped them up and snuggled them in our hands. They nestled into our palms and adorably nodded off - their cute puffy eyelids meeting strangely together. Our endeavors at attachment were eventually met with what, I assume, was their grateful response of massive defecations on our unprepared, bare epidermis.
Now anytime any of us reaches into the brooder, they run screaming from us and make an awkward dog pile of terrified baby chickens in the corner. I assume this is because I washed them a lot whenever they laid down because (1) I was afraid they were sick with pasty butt, and (2) I didn't know baby chicks nap during the day. What I am calling "washed them" they likely consider some bizarre form of Bible Belt Chicken Water Torture. I am fairly certain our empathetic beagle agrees with them; he is very protective of any species in distress and always ran in to silently judge me when the washings were afoot.
Also, I didn't know you were supposed to dry them off before returning them to the brooder, so they were doubly accosted by my best intentions. As an aside, hairdrying their posteriors on low seems to initiate bowel movements. As a further aside, one of the chicks stands in the corner, back to her sisters, with her head bowed as if in shame, while staccato chirping loudly like a silver gym whistle until her bowels are evacuated. Also, I literally watched one defecate on her sister's face; I laughed uproariously which also sent them screaming into the feather dogpile. And perpetuated more beagley silent judgement. *sigh*
I have digressed long enough. My assumption has been that their soundless laying about the brooder willy nilly is truly their version of napping. I have attached a pic (I hope) of what it looks like. I left the screen cover on for the picture because if I move it, more terror and anguish and silent beagle judgery. We still have no heat lamp, but do have the plate. I am cheaper than a rusty tin can in a junk yard, so the a.c. is always set to 77. It is a tad warmer than that in the kitchen which faces west. I hope I am contributing to their survival rather than being The Thing They Are Surviving.