Let me tell you today's poop then. I've heard about this indelicate thing they call 'pasty butt'.
Ahem. The chicks arrived yesterday with clean bottoms, but I knew that once you start them on feed and water, near anything is possible. So, during the day, today, I sat at chick bottom-level, peering through the plexiglass into the brooder, when I noticed a little stuck poop on one of the girls. Not wanting her to get the much-dreaded pasty butt, I contrived to catch and clean her. Now she had tried to knock it off with her beak (who knew they could bend that far?)
She was vigilant, and it was one of those gray-green seed-size poops, but it eluded her. Finally she sat on the problem, adding a curlicue of pine shaving to the mess. Mom to the rescue, I soon had a soup bowl of sudsy water for the cleanup and another of lukewarm for the rinse.
She was havng none of that. Now these are nice little girls but word must have spread quickly through the chick telegraph and you would think she had entered a roadrunner Idol contest. She cut a swath through the others so fast at the approach of my hand that they all gave a junior 'cluck', in unison. How rude.
Now I dodn't want the entire flock in a panic, so I slowed down whilst taking a deep breath. That's when I felt the warm spread of semisolid on the heel of my palm. Seems the litte one jammed her sphincter, profecting the new poop and the old poop out along with the pine shaving which sat like the top half of a sandwich on my flesh.
So much for pasty butt. She's healthy enough, and I was glad of the soapy water after all.