"Grr No Peep" passed away about an hour ago. That didn't surprise me. Her brother dying about half an hour later did. He was peeping, and took vitamins without a problem. He was able to get up some, and move around. Oh well. I still have ten new chicks and four eggs to hatch. There are two SPR pullets in with the rest of the flock. I only need (1,000 should do it! LOL) six girls and two boys. The boys are more difficult to pick. Of the three dead, only one was looking good for a breeder.
One boy will get to play husband, and the other will stay with the main flock until he is needed. Or, a bachelor pad if I thin down the main flock too much. Regardless, I want an extra. Now more than ever.
I am not feeling bad about this morning or the chicks in the incubator. The shock wore off, and I am fine. I got some stuff done I have been needing to do. It is still early enough. I may go back out (or check DH's tool box) to find the right bit today. Otherwise, I am proud of the "I don't wanna!" chores I got done.
