Michigan

[teeville5]

Well then, Nova, you can come on over, too!

 

[Stacykins]

I have been afflicted by a BAD case of the butterfingers in just the past evening. Let's just say I just broke a nice piece of glassware I was cleaning, and I also killed three incubating olive egger eggs. I knew they were developing because I'd candled them the night before, but also because of the bloody babies amidst the ooze of the destroyed eggs. I feel so awful! Their lives snuffed out because of my clumsiness

 

[RaZ]

Here are the two that I gave RaZ, side by side:

I figured that I'd get a lot more grief from you guys when I called them butt-ugly.

Anyway, I brought them home and locked them in the garage alone for a bit. They were probably a little stressed from being in the carrier so they avoided me but did eat when I threw a handful of cracked-corn scratch around them.
I had no chick starter so I went out to TSC for feed and we stopped at the Home Show in Novi on the way back. So the chicks and Gravy were left together for about 4 hours. (I can hear some of you grinding your teeth over that)

When I went to the garage to check on them, they were up on the work bench, eating, drinking and acting like they had always been there. Gravy was off sitting by herself just watching. I picked one up and handed it to my friend, Sue and the other one started complaining. So I picked that one up and Sue held both and they were find with the cuddling. However, when they climbed up to her shoulder, Sue got wiggy.

Meanwhile, the 4 big girls who had been locked out of the coop were looking in the window. Even though I know it goes against the bio-security process, I let the big girls back in to see what might happen. They immediately went to the chick feed and a plate of mashed potatoes. What happened next surprised me.

The 2 uggos jumped from the floor to the bench and joined the big girls in eating. So here they all are, eating and drinking side-by-side, just as polite as can be. Then Crispy hops over to the nest box to lay her egg. (We'll come back to that in a bit).

We came back into the house for a couple of barley pops and chit-chat for about an hour or so. I said that since it dark, the big girls would probably go to roost and the uggos would have to be put back in the carrier. So we go back out to the garage and I discover that both uggos are up on the high roost, cuddled right up to Crispy and the other big girls. Poor Gravy is on the lower roost all by her lonesome.

Now Crispy always comes running when she sees me and wants to be picked up. So she jumps off the roost to be petted (groped) and the 2 uggos follow her down, then climb up my arm like we were life-long friends.

I realize that I'm running counter to bird introduction isolation protocol but this just "feels" right to me. Time will tell if I'm doing the right thing.

 

[NovaAman]

I have been afflicted by a BAD case of the butterfingers in just the past evening. Let's just say I just broke a nice piece of glassware I was cleaning, and I also killed three incubating olive egger eggs. I knew they were developing because I'd candled them the night before, but also because of the bloody babies amidst the ooze of the destroyed eggs. I feel so awful! Their lives snuffed out because of my clumsiness

 

[RBahmer]

I figured that I'd get a lot more grief from you guys when I called them butt-ugly.

Anyway, I brought them home and locked them in the garage alone for a bit. They were probably a little stressed from being in the carrier so they avoided me but did eat when I threw a handful of cracked-corn scratch around them.
I had no chick starter so I went out to TSC for feed and we stopped at the Home Show in Novi on the way back. So the chicks and Gravy were left together for about 4 hours. (I can hear some of you grinding your teeth over that)

When I went to the garage to check on them, they were up on the work bench, eating, drinking and acting like they had always been there. Gravy was off sitting by herself just watching. I picked one up and handed it to my friend, Sue and the other one started complaining. So I picked that one up and Sue held both and they were find with the cuddling. However, when they climbed up to her shoulder, Sue got wiggy.

Meanwhile, the 4 big girls who had been locked out of the coop were looking in the window. Even though I know it goes against the bio-security process, I let the big girls back in to see what might happen. They immediately went to the chick feed and a plate of mashed potatoes. What happened next surprised me.

The 2 uggos jumped from the floor to the bench and joined the big girls in eating. So here they all are, eating and drinking side-by-side, just as polite as can be. Then Crispy hops over to the nest box to lay her egg. (We'll come back to that in a bit).

We came back into the house for a couple of barley pops and chit-chat for about an hour or so. I said that since it dark, the big girls would probably go to roost and the uggos would have to be put back in the carrier. So we go back out to the garage and I discover that both uggos are up on the high roost, cuddled right up to Crispy and the other big girls. Poor Gravy is on the lower roost all by her lonesome.

Now Crispy always comes running when she sees me and wants to be picked up. So she jumps off the roost to be petted (groped) and the 2 uggos follow her down, then climb up my arm like we were life-long friends.

I realize that I'm running counter to bird introduction isolation protocol but this just "feels" right to me. Time will tell if I'm doing the right thing.

Awww what a sweet story.

 

[NovaAman]

I ahve had my Fiametta for 2 weeks... She's already with everyone else. She forages with the big guy, and sleeps with roger in the garage. The hussy.

Anyway, what should I look for if I look at the eggs on day 23?

 

[NovaAman]

Hey RaZ, why not try locking Biscuits and gravy together for a few days, see what happens? I don't know if its a good idea or not though... But that's what I did with roger and fiametta..

 

[chicken grandma]

I have been afflicted by a BAD case of the butterfingers in just the past evening. Let's just say I just broke a nice piece of glassware I was cleaning, and I also killed three incubating olive egger eggs. I knew they were developing because I'd candled them the night before, but also because of the bloody babies amidst the ooze of the destroyed eggs. I feel so awful! Their lives snuffed out because of my clumsiness

I tell my kids that God is in charge of life and death and no one else. So the chicks that are meant to hatch this year will hatch. Remember - He's got the whole world in His hands....and not a sparrow falls that God does not see. Hope that is a comfort to you

 

[RaZ]

Hey RaZ, why not try locking Biscuits and gravy together for a few days, see what happens? I don't know if its a good idea or not though... But that's what I did with roger and fiametta..

That was the plan.
However, the way the day went, I didn't get an area isolated for them that was seperate from the big girls. So everybody is together in the same 8' x 11' garage coop.

I just checked on them again and the Uggos were cuddled together between Gravy and the heat lamp. Maybe they are still deciding who they want as the new mom. I hope they choose Gravy.

 

[NovaAman]

So, have you decided on their names for sure yet?