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I love those guys the most! We had a power failure for several hours on Thursday night. We hooked the incubator and brooder up to the generator but it ran out of gas in the early morning hours. I found one chick in the brooder stiff, legs straight out to the side and barely breathing. I grabbed him and he was ice cold. I put him in my pocket while we got gas, got the generator going again, and fed the donkeys. When we got back to the house I wrapped him a washcloth and laid him on the hearth to die comfortably. About a half hour later Michael said "your chick is making a lot of noise." What the heck? I went in and he was struggling to get free of his washcloth funeral shroud. I quickly set him up in the little brooder in my office and began giving him water with chick-saver, ACV, scrambled eggs, polyvisol, etc. The next day he and four others had horrible cases of pasty butt. I kept them all in the small brooder and cleaned their behinds several times a day. Three have recovered sufficiently to return to the big brooder in the coop. The little dead guy and one other have been really bad but they seem to have improved today. They are so tiny that they can't hold the weight of their wings up. But they are partying up a storm in the brooder. Here is my little dead guy tonight! I should name him Lo-Rida with those wings scraping the ground.
I love those guys the most! We had a power failure for several hours on Thursday night. We hooked the incubator and brooder up to the generator but it ran out of gas in the early morning hours. I found one chick in the brooder stiff, legs straight out to the side and barely breathing. I grabbed him and he was ice cold. I put him in my pocket while we got gas, got the generator going again, and fed the donkeys. When we got back to the house I wrapped him a washcloth and laid him on the hearth to die comfortably. About a half hour later Michael said "your chick is making a lot of noise." What the heck? I went in and he was struggling to get free of his washcloth funeral shroud. I quickly set him up in the little brooder in my office and began giving him water with chick-saver, ACV, scrambled eggs, polyvisol, etc. The next day he and four others had horrible cases of pasty butt. I kept them all in the small brooder and cleaned their behinds several times a day. Three have recovered sufficiently to return to the big brooder in the coop. The little dead guy and one other have been really bad but they seem to have improved today. They are so tiny that they can't hold the weight of their wings up. But they are partying up a storm in the brooder. Here is my little dead guy tonight! I should name him Lo-Rida with those wings scraping the ground.
