Hey lalaland,I'm in the lead for the Absolute Worst Chicken Keeper Award. I feel absolutely horrible. You know it is my early week, up at 3:30 and by Friday I am not functioning on all cylinders. Last night I had to get up at 2:30. Went and did my chicken chores in the dark, carefully getting them fresh water, and putting out the mash in 6 different places in the run, and throwing out some oats to keep everyone happy.
Worked late, got home just before dusk to find.......I never opened the chicken door this morning. Meaning, chickens were stuck in the hot trailer (83 degrees today) with no food and worse yet, no water.
Opened the door and they came out - little Mrs Murphy just kind of standing there. I picked her up (she never lets me pick her up) and put her beak in water, dipping her in a couple of times before she swallowed. She then drank alot, and started to eat. Went in the coop, and my almost 5 year old EE who is in the midst of a tough moult was standing on the roost just looking catatonic. Repeated the dipping the beak into water with her til she was eating and drinking on her own.
I feel just sick.
I'm VERY glad your girls seem to have made it through their ordeal.
I wanted to tell you something, though, something I would tell some of the parents when I worked in the infant room at a daycare. You're feeling like the worst chicken keeper in the world. I understand that. But here's the proof you're not: really bad chicken keepers never feel bad about how they treat their chickens.
It's not much comfort, but at least you can say you really, truly care about your girls.
