Here's a couple of pics of my buckeye chicks. We hatched three and got the others as day olds (born the next dayafter mine) from a gal in Missouri.
The one in the front of the first picture is Max, who I found alive when I was autopsying my eggs to find out what happened. I heard a chirp and opened his shell with my pocketknife, opened his membrane, and he spent his first night in the incubator on on a wet maxipad (thus the name max) partly covered with a wet paper towel. He bled pretty badly and I thought there was no way he was going to survive but he made it. Now he's just a bit smaller than the rest but he's one of the feisty ones.
I've been hand feeding these little guys several times a day, and after only a week I can just hold down my hand and they'll jump aboard and perch on my thumb.
These are my first chickens and they are very friendly.
The one in the front of the first picture is Max, who I found alive when I was autopsying my eggs to find out what happened. I heard a chirp and opened his shell with my pocketknife, opened his membrane, and he spent his first night in the incubator on on a wet maxipad (thus the name max) partly covered with a wet paper towel. He bled pretty badly and I thought there was no way he was going to survive but he made it. Now he's just a bit smaller than the rest but he's one of the feisty ones.
I've been hand feeding these little guys several times a day, and after only a week I can just hold down my hand and they'll jump aboard and perch on my thumb.
These are my first chickens and they are very friendly.
