I have had good luck with chicks so far, except for one batch. I don't know if they were traumatized in shipping or what, but of the original 15, 3 remain. The smallest of the small is a practically featherless little creature I call Plucky. Plucky has spunk and darts madly around the pen, avoiding goat hooves and snatching up feed. I,of course, have grown attached. This morning Plucky was nowhere to be found at feeding time, and I went looking. I found him/her sitting in the water bowl - poor thing had fallen in and couldn't get out. Soaked to the bone and shivering. I scooped up the little creature and dried the feathers with my shirt; then placed him/her under a heat lamp inside with my brooders, in a private box.
I worried all day.
I came home tonight and Plucky was out of the box, running around like crazy. Hooray for Plucky.
I worried all day.
I came home tonight and Plucky was out of the box, running around like crazy. Hooray for Plucky.
