After working a 24 hour shift on Sundays, I'm not good for much on Mondays. I usually just walk around in a daze, doing only what absolutely has to be done. Yesterday we had the chicks on the front screened porch. They were enjoying the sunshine and checking things out. When I came back in the house after checking them, I left the front door open. I knew all the other animals were outside and the chicks were safe. Wrong. A little while later Charlie dog scratched at the back door to be let in and I opened the door and let her in without giving it a second thought. A couple of minutes later I heard a chick screaming bloody murder and when I ran to the door to find out what the commotion was about, here comes Charlie running in the front door with a chick in her mouth! I gave her the drop it command and she did; then hightailed it into the bedroom knowing she was in trouble. I scooped the chick up and didn't find any bite marks. Thank goodness Charlie has what they call a "soft mouth". I kept the chick seperated in a small plastic tote in the house last night. I encouraged her to drink a lil water about once an hour, but all she wanted to do was sleep. I finally went to bed early this morning, not sure what I'd find when I woke up. What I found when I got up was a mad chick that could hear her brothers and sisters peeping and she wanted back out with them. She was trying to climb the sides of the tote. She's doing fine now, but I still feel guilty. I'll never leave the chicks again without checking and re-checking to make sure I know where the other critters are.
To close of a call for sure. Thank goodness little chicky wasn't hurt at all. That's what happens when we run on empty sometimes.
If I had been picked up by a dog and covered in dog drool....I would want sleep too. Glad chick is okay.
That reminds me of a dog I had many years ago. He had a pet kitten. My cat had her kittens in a box on the front porch. the dog (a husky/shepherd mix) would go to the box, get "his" kitten (mama would just roll over and let him take it), and carry it around in his mouth. He had that kitten so spoiled rotten, that it got too fat to walk! He would bring it back and put it back in the box, and mama would just roll over and feed it LOL glad your chickie is ok