THE TALE OF THE STINKY CHICKS..
by Farmer Connie
I have hatched many many chicks (not as much as most of you guys I'm sure) but into the hundreds. My preference of hatching of course is via incubator. Although I have exploited a broody hen or two here and there. Far more bated vs brood.
I have yet to have a so called "born in the wild" batch until yesterday. I always plan and or calculate to micro manage success and purpose.
For those who missed the previous story, here is a short version to spare those in the know.
My Black Jersey Giant re appeared yesterday sporting some little additions and I had to leap into action to save them from my yard dog. She was AWOL almost a month and I wrote her off as Raccoon chow.
Now as Paul Harvey use to say... "And now the rest of the story"..
My brooder room smells so freaking terrible! All 5 brooders are spotless and fresh. I sniffed and sniffed everywhere and scratched my head so hard while thinking that I have a bald spot now.
ITS THE TINY CHICKS!!!!

Judas Priest! Hell Mary!
They must off been born next to some egg grenades or something. How can somethings so precious and cute reek like the Devil's sewer pipe? It is so bad my brooder room is now a toxic waste dump.
Born To Be Wild now has a new meaning...
I can't get the smell off my hand after picking one up during my sniffing session...
Never bring wild animals into closed quarters... Except tiny and cute cheeping birdies...
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Hey Wicked! wanna hug my birdies?