I'm not sure how to get them to use the nipple waterers either, but after the week I've had I can tell you that when the ones I ordered get here these chickens will either learn or they'll thirst to death! Aw, you know I'd never do anything to deliberately hurt my chicks, but I figure if they are going to peck at everything they see, and one of those things squirts the water that they're craving right into their mouths, it probably won't take long for them to get the hang of it.
I'm not big on hurting critters, but I gotta tell ya that sending Jane the Evil flying yesterday morning flat out felt good! Little brat! I had all the others into the temporary box so it was just Jane, Charlie, and Rose left. Jane came at me again and I nailed her. Flicked her right under the beak with my fingers! She backed up and made a second run and she got another dose of "I don't think so." Prince Charlie was standing on the roost like a bookie watching a prize fight. Rose tried an end run while I was distracted with Jane. Surprised the chicken poop out of her when I just grabbed her up and held her with her feet suspended in mid-air. She was squawking and trying to flap her wings but they were clamped tight against her body by my hand. I lifted her out of the brooder and dumped her unceremoniously into the holding box, where she hunkered down and tried to make sense out of what had just happened.
Then it was back to Jane the Evil and Prince Charlie. By now Jane was backed into the furthest corner of the brooder giving me the chicken glare, with her wings held back and her head extended, and Charlie was back in the front row waiting for round two. He didn't have to wait long. Jane came darting out of her corner and met the flicking finger of fate under her beak again, a little harder this time. She didn't back up this time, just kept coming like a machine gun, wings flapping madly the whole time. This time when I flicked her, I did it right on top of her head with my other hand instead of the one she was focusing on. (Does it make me a terrible person that I was actually enjoying this?) You know, Bee, what was really weird was that after the second time I nailed her she rarely made another sound - it was like watching a snake eyeing it's prey - the stare and the silence and then the strike. One more strike at me, one more flick from me, and it was exactly as you described - she was trying so hard to avoid the giant Superchicken that she literally ran up and down the length of that brooder looking for way out.
Funny, at some point in the battle Charlie decide that the fun of watching the fight was over. He went back to the feeder and started munching. Guess he figured, "See, I'm being good. I'm the good chicken. You love me, right?" He got the Rose treatment. A grab and a dump and for him the show was over. Jane was next. A grab, a few squawks, and she was in the holding cell too. I DID it! No gloves, no blood, no kidding! Now, of course all of this took longer to describe than it did to actually happen, but when I took them all back out of the box to put them into the clean brooder Jane the Evil looked like the playground bully who'd been bested - she would see my hand and she actually looked like a worm squirming under all the other chicks to hide.
Have I licked her? Heck, I dunno. Charlie and Rose seemed to have learned by watching, but Jane may be one of those critters who holds a grudge, so we'll see. All I know is that the next time I ever have to put my hands in there, except for changing out their waterer, I'll be ready. The last time I'll need to handle her will be to move her out to the coop so I guess we'll find out then.

Lisa
