Four works. That's four more than the world had before!
I'm sorry about your lost peeps. Pasty butt is a nasty bigger. You really have to keep after it. It is, both literally and figuratively, a royal pain in the ... ummmm ... well, you get the picture. When Herman, our Silkie, had it as a poorly shipped baby, we were cleaning him up a couple of times a day. Vaseline helped, just as if he was human baby. It was, shall we say, a bit strange?
I feel awful about Piggy's clutch. I took a chance and let her keep them, this time. She lasted a bit longer, but not long enough. Out of the seven eggs, three were early quitters. That was probably due to inattentive turning, since the yolks were stuck to the side of the shell. The other four were heartbreakers - nearly fully formed chicks dead in the shell. We very nearly had Piggy stew that night, but I have to blame myself, at least partly. I knew her reputation, but let her continue.
I won't make that mistake again. If she ever goes broody again, I'll take them after the first week, no matter what. That seems to work best for her. I'm actually considering passing Miss Piggy along to another breeder, as a pair with one of my extra roos. As long as her eggs are removed early and incubated, she's actually a very nice hen.
On a more positive note, one of my new babies had a nasty case of spraddle (splay?) leg. I tried the band-aid method - cutting it in half lengthwise and wrapping it around the legs like a hobble. It's working like a charm. At the moment, the little one is getting around just fine. So far, so good. The bandage comes off tomorrow, so we'll reevaluate then to see if s/he needs a new one.
Evie's baby, Ava(tar) is doing well, and at just a few weeks old, is looking decidedly "pullet-ish." I know it's early, but s/he is developing differently than Pippin did. At nine weeks, he's trying very hard to crow, now. The five little ones are quickly approaching the "I need a name" stage. We're toying with Star Wars names. We'd already been laying with those a bit, since Piggy started her ill-destined brood on May the fourth - Star Wars Day. I think we're going to try one more batch before we pack away the 'bator for a bit. I sure do love having the babies around, and we've got good homes lined up for whatever I can bear to part with ...
I'm sorry about your lost peeps. Pasty butt is a nasty bigger. You really have to keep after it. It is, both literally and figuratively, a royal pain in the ... ummmm ... well, you get the picture. When Herman, our Silkie, had it as a poorly shipped baby, we were cleaning him up a couple of times a day. Vaseline helped, just as if he was human baby. It was, shall we say, a bit strange?
I feel awful about Piggy's clutch. I took a chance and let her keep them, this time. She lasted a bit longer, but not long enough. Out of the seven eggs, three were early quitters. That was probably due to inattentive turning, since the yolks were stuck to the side of the shell. The other four were heartbreakers - nearly fully formed chicks dead in the shell. We very nearly had Piggy stew that night, but I have to blame myself, at least partly. I knew her reputation, but let her continue.
I won't make that mistake again. If she ever goes broody again, I'll take them after the first week, no matter what. That seems to work best for her. I'm actually considering passing Miss Piggy along to another breeder, as a pair with one of my extra roos. As long as her eggs are removed early and incubated, she's actually a very nice hen.
On a more positive note, one of my new babies had a nasty case of spraddle (splay?) leg. I tried the band-aid method - cutting it in half lengthwise and wrapping it around the legs like a hobble. It's working like a charm. At the moment, the little one is getting around just fine. So far, so good. The bandage comes off tomorrow, so we'll reevaluate then to see if s/he needs a new one.
Evie's baby, Ava(tar) is doing well, and at just a few weeks old, is looking decidedly "pullet-ish." I know it's early, but s/he is developing differently than Pippin did. At nine weeks, he's trying very hard to crow, now. The five little ones are quickly approaching the "I need a name" stage. We're toying with Star Wars names. We'd already been laying with those a bit, since Piggy started her ill-destined brood on May the fourth - Star Wars Day. I think we're going to try one more batch before we pack away the 'bator for a bit. I sure do love having the babies around, and we've got good homes lined up for whatever I can bear to part with ...