OK!!!! I got my Delaware babies Saturday and they settled right into their new brooder like they knew it was home! Superchick, the sweet baby that Speckledhen and her DH superglued together, is still doing fine- drinks, eats, poops, and is fairly active. Poor child had a bit of a slow start, and I thought he/she might be ending up at the bottom of the pecking order, but I've seen him/her take a swipe at a few other chicks. They are incredibly people oriented- many of them look up at me when I talk to them, and will gather around my hand. Baby Blue is a bit smaller than the others, but doesn't let that stop her. DH took some pics, I will try to get some up this week.
The two biggest things- ya'll have commented on how much they poop. It's still an eye opener. I tried the slotted spoon thing to clean, but they jump on it, chase it around the brooder and I am scared I will knock someone's little head off, so I switched to a glove and hand picking. . . .yes, yes, LOTS of poop. However, the biggest of the two biggest things. I am now sure chickens are direct descendants of the great Khans and all the other barbarian hoards that rioted and partied and looted and steamrolled over people to get what they want. . . . . I made this amazing discovery when I served finely chopped gourmet scrambled egg. It was happy mayhem. I served up in four different little dishes so everyone would have a chance (17 babies). Baby Blue leaped into the center of one and defended what was between her feet while the rest grabbed and ran, crashed and bumped, gobbled, and ran to get some more. . . . . . .screaming happily the whole time. Then, like drunken little party people, they all collapsed and slept it off.
This is one of the very best presents I have ever received in my whole life!!! THANK YOU, DH!!!!(another early Christmas present) AND THANK YOU SPECKLEDHEN!!!! (for hatching these babies and giving me the opportunity!!)
The two biggest things- ya'll have commented on how much they poop. It's still an eye opener. I tried the slotted spoon thing to clean, but they jump on it, chase it around the brooder and I am scared I will knock someone's little head off, so I switched to a glove and hand picking. . . .yes, yes, LOTS of poop. However, the biggest of the two biggest things. I am now sure chickens are direct descendants of the great Khans and all the other barbarian hoards that rioted and partied and looted and steamrolled over people to get what they want. . . . . I made this amazing discovery when I served finely chopped gourmet scrambled egg. It was happy mayhem. I served up in four different little dishes so everyone would have a chance (17 babies). Baby Blue leaped into the center of one and defended what was between her feet while the rest grabbed and ran, crashed and bumped, gobbled, and ran to get some more. . . . . . .screaming happily the whole time. Then, like drunken little party people, they all collapsed and slept it off.
This is one of the very best presents I have ever received in my whole life!!! THANK YOU, DH!!!!(another early Christmas present) AND THANK YOU SPECKLEDHEN!!!! (for hatching these babies and giving me the opportunity!!)
