I've been carrying a chick around with me wherever I go for the last few days. His name is Lee, and he got to go to a banquet on Mother's day, the doctor's today, a friends house, and be present during movies, meals, and even naps (yeah, don't try it though, I nearly crushed him when I accidentally fell asleep). He's out with his mother, finally strong enough to toddle along after her and his two siblings, Take and Aviator. Take was semi-assisted but was strong from the start and introductions with him went well. Aviator was the mother (Pip's) first chick and is skittish and quick. He nearly jumped out of the hay-loft trying to follow her, hints his name. Thankfully, I grabbed him at the last second so he wouldn't fall down, land on a rock, and die. Yeah, these guys keep nearly dying. Lee had extreme hypothermia to the point of barely breathing and being stiff and cold to the touch (I've had warm chicks that died from a chill, so having a cold chick survive is a miracle in its own!).
Yep, that's my life, the chicken momma, carrying chicks around under my shirt and chirping to them to keep them happy. I even cooked them up a fried egg and offer them water from their own bottle of electrolyte water.
Yep, that's my life, the chicken momma, carrying chicks around under my shirt and chirping to them to keep them happy. I even cooked them up a fried egg and offer them water from their own bottle of electrolyte water.
