- Oct 2, 2009
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Really sad and upset. We left my four ducklings and fifteen chicks out in their "playpen" this afternoon, to enjoy the last of the warmth before the cold front came through tonight. While no one was watching, my handicapped daughter snuck out of the house and apparently "played" with one of my Cayuga pullets and our little Khaki runner. We found both of them dead, still warm.
Ugh. She's never messed with the chicks before, but I guess she thought the ducks were cute, or toys, or something?? Bleh. Now I'm going to put a lock on the brooder pen, to keep her out. The two remaining ducks are peeping nonstop, missing their buddies. It's REALLY hard to get mad at her, since she's so disabled that she doesn't understand that they're not toys. I'm mad at myself that I didn't remind the older kids to set the door alarm that tells us when she does go outside. I remind them ALL the time. We've raised twenty four chickens to adulthood without a single lost chick, I guess the ducklings were just different enough to catch her eye.
No flames, please? I just wanted to vent at how sad I am, no one else really understands how much I loved watching my little duckies swim and play and race around their brooder. They were inside a locked yard, inside a double thickness of wire cage, just not locked up. My mistake, one I won't repeat again-- the henhouse is getting a lock on it, too, now. I don't want to find my lovely layers dead as well. Anyway, I dunno. Just feel awful.
Ugh. She's never messed with the chicks before, but I guess she thought the ducks were cute, or toys, or something?? Bleh. Now I'm going to put a lock on the brooder pen, to keep her out. The two remaining ducks are peeping nonstop, missing their buddies. It's REALLY hard to get mad at her, since she's so disabled that she doesn't understand that they're not toys. I'm mad at myself that I didn't remind the older kids to set the door alarm that tells us when she does go outside. I remind them ALL the time. We've raised twenty four chickens to adulthood without a single lost chick, I guess the ducklings were just different enough to catch her eye.
No flames, please? I just wanted to vent at how sad I am, no one else really understands how much I loved watching my little duckies swim and play and race around their brooder. They were inside a locked yard, inside a double thickness of wire cage, just not locked up. My mistake, one I won't repeat again-- the henhouse is getting a lock on it, too, now. I don't want to find my lovely layers dead as well. Anyway, I dunno. Just feel awful.
