Had three live wet chicks and ten pips in the incubator this morning, was out all day at the hunter education class in Rockland, super excited to see what was out when I came home.
The dogs broke the door to the room with the incubators. I came home to ONE chick barely alive,all the rest that had popped dead or dying. Some that hadnt pipped are peeping, but I dont know if they'll make it. Our house is so dry with the woodstove going, and they were so cold. We wrapped each one in a warm, wet towel for a few minutes before we put them back, but I dont know how much good it did.
Really, really want to kill my dogs right now. So badly. So, so badly. Five chicks died in my hands as I was trying to warm them under a light.
That really stinks. BAD, BAD, BAD DOGS. One of mine decided to rip open a new bag a bird seed. Had to clean up about 5 pounds of seed that was scattered everywhere. Then I had to clean up the mess that another dog created after he ate as much seed as he could. Guess no one told him he couldn't digest it.