This is my 2nd time raising chicks and I thought it would be easier the 2nd time around. LOL.... how wrong I was. Apparently the first time around I researched the heck out of it and muddled through and my first three chicks made it into chickenhood just fine.
Here I am 3 years later and I'm on my 2nd lot of 3 little chicks and I seem to have forgotten everything I knew before. I stare at them like a crazed nutjob convinced I'm forgetting something or something's not right. Here's my list of things that I obsess about now that I'm raising these three little girls (two are almost one week old and one is about two weeks old).
Here is my list of chick neuroses
The funny thing is, normally I'm not a neurotic mess. But something about raising these tiny little chicks turns me into one - LOL. I've raised kids, fish, hamsters, puppies, kittens.... but it's the darned chicks that turn me into a worrywort!!
Anyone else slightly insane due to chick neuroses?
Here I am 3 years later and I'm on my 2nd lot of 3 little chicks and I seem to have forgotten everything I knew before. I stare at them like a crazed nutjob convinced I'm forgetting something or something's not right. Here's my list of things that I obsess about now that I'm raising these three little girls (two are almost one week old and one is about two weeks old).
Here is my list of chick neuroses
- I lost our thermometer so I have no idea what temp the brooder is running. They don't *seem* too hot or too cold, but I constantly worry I'm freezing them or cooking them.
- I bought 5 lbs of "by-the-pound-chick-starter" from the feed store. No clue if it's medicated. Obsessing about that now.
- Have a little australorp who peep-peep-peep-peep-peep-peep-peeps non-stop. It's like Edgar Allen Poe's beating heart story (remember the Tell Tale Heart? LOL). Even though she doesn't seem hot or cold and I've seen her eat and drink, I'm convinced something is wrong because all she does is peep-peep-peep-peep-peep-peep. No matter where I am in the house I can hear her. Peep. Peep.
- I bought one chick who's about a week or so older than the other 2. Is she eating more than them? Is she picking on them? Is she too hot?
- I forgot about feeding them treats. Oatmeal? Not cooked, dried - I think? Scrambled egg? Plain yogurt? No greens. Or maybe greens as long as it's a hunk o' grass from outside.... When can I give them? Now. I think now. Yes, now. Or not...
- Gah! What kind of poop was THAT? Refer to poop chart. Nothing on there looks like chick poo - all chicken poo. Husband catches me looking at poop chart. Thinks I've lost it. Distract him. Worried about runny orange poop I saw now.
- PEEP-PEEP-PEEP-PEEP-PEEP-PEEP-PEEP-PEEP-PEEP-PEEP-PEEP-PEEP! WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO TELL ME?
- Crap. Have an upcoming short vacation. Need to find a chick sitter to take brooder. Must try to find friend without a cat, or at least with a fat lazy cat. Crap. All my friends have athletic-looking cats.
The funny thing is, normally I'm not a neurotic mess. But something about raising these tiny little chicks turns me into one - LOL. I've raised kids, fish, hamsters, puppies, kittens.... but it's the darned chicks that turn me into a worrywort!!
Anyone else slightly insane due to chick neuroses?
