Came back this afternoon after 3 days away, a little anxious about a couple of things. Have an incubator going that needed to have the turner removed and water increased yesterday, but didn't want to ask son-in-law to do it (sometimes better he doesn't do things as he usually has a "better way" to do things, although he's not really a chicken person at all. Had a sterelite brooder full of newly-hatched (a few days difference in some) chicks that I wasn't sure how well he'd care for--their water was totally dry, and their food empty, but all OK.
The third thing was a kind of amazing situation for me, at least. Tuesday, I heard a stressed chick in one of the silkie pens, but couldn't find it for quite awhile, although I searched hard. Finally realized it was a half-mashed egg in the nest. It hadn't completely shrink-wrapped yet, so it might have made it out on its own, but I finished peeling it out and put it in with the other tinies. It was definitely ready to hatch--a white showgirl. This was late in the afternoon. The next morning, Vashi came in from watering and said he had the chick--thought it was dead, but wasn't sure. It was wet, cold, and lifeless. Had apparently gotten in the waterer, but had also gotten itself out. I thought it was dead, as it felt partially stiff, so I wrapped it loosely in paper toweling and put it aside for later disposal. I normally go to extreme lengths to be sure an endangered babe has the best possible chance of survival and have previoulsy revived lifeless-appearing babes. He later put it in a plastic bag with other things to be disposed of and we both forgot about it. Several HOURS later, he heard weak peeping from the bags, and sure enough, it was alive, so he called me in. It was still very cold, but dry. I warmed it with the blow dryer and fed it a tiny bit of a very thin gruel of warm water and baby bird formula and put it in the brooder again, as we were leaving in the morning. It seemed OK in the morning, but I didn't expect Ed (the s-i-l) to be able to give it any extra care. To our amazement it was acting completely normal; if it didn't have only four toes on each foot, I wouldn't have been able to tell it from the others! They are sometimes very resiliant little creatures!