I am. This morning I changed the 1 gallon water jug. I carefully (or so I thought) layed it back down over the pine shaving floor of the brooder. This afternoon I went to change the water jug. Lying underneath the water container was one very dead yellow chick. I truly began crying....and sobbing...and apologizing to the other 26 chicks who survived my stupidity. From here on I am going to be an even carefuller (is that word?) chicken mama. I have a college degree too....which obviously doesn't mean beans when it comes to being a good chicken mama.