OK, so fun and games with the worms may have backfired on me here. Don't get me wrong, the kids LOVED it. They loved it so much I was rooting around in the mud, digging up my lawn on a worm mission (until I figured out it was much easier just to pluck the little worms up off the sidewalk and driveway. Duh.). So, I handfed the chicks worms. It made them very happy. It made me very happy. Fun was had by all (except the worms).
However, the chicks are coming on two weeks old now. Which means they're sprouting tail feathers. Which apparently look very much like worms. Which apparently led to some mistaken identity tail pecking. Which of course led to some bleeding. Which of course led to more tail pecking ... you get the idea.
I changed out the regular heat lamp to a red heat lamp, so that - in theory - the little buggers can't see the red butts of their pecked-upon compatriots. Hopefully, that'll do the trick. Otherwise, my heretofore completely benign maiden chicken voyage is heading for rough seas.
Meanwhile, if it doesn't look like chick crumbles, I guess I won't tantalize the chicks with it anymore. Score an unlikely victory for the worms. At least until the chicks are old enough to go outside ...