...even for a gruff old dude like me.
Tonight the little chick we were watching passed away in my hands.
We could tell she was near the end, she was gasping and hadn't eaten of drank anything other than what we had hand fed her with a dropper.
She was so sweet, and maybe I am just going soft in my middle years here, but the innocence of this little life fading away just tore me up.
We tried to make her as comfortable as possible, but finally as we tried one last time to drop some quik chick into her mouth, the little thing gave up the fight.
Godspeed little girl.
(Never though I'd be the kind of guy who would write a eulogy for a 4 day old baby chicken?)
Ah, okay, get a hold of yourself...
The upside is we have 23 happy healthy active little peepers and one suspected pterodactyl running merrily around in their brooder! ;-)
Tonight the little chick we were watching passed away in my hands.
We could tell she was near the end, she was gasping and hadn't eaten of drank anything other than what we had hand fed her with a dropper.
She was so sweet, and maybe I am just going soft in my middle years here, but the innocence of this little life fading away just tore me up.
We tried to make her as comfortable as possible, but finally as we tried one last time to drop some quik chick into her mouth, the little thing gave up the fight.
Godspeed little girl.
(Never though I'd be the kind of guy who would write a eulogy for a 4 day old baby chicken?)
Ah, okay, get a hold of yourself...
The upside is we have 23 happy healthy active little peepers and one suspected pterodactyl running merrily around in their brooder! ;-)
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