"Don't tell my husband that I had this chick in the refrigerator"
I put a pen full of 4wk old chicks outside in the morning and didn't expect it to get so hot yesterday. When I got home there was my favorite blue ameraucana baby on its side, panting, having trouble walking with wings drooping; clearly in the early stages of hyperthermia. I couldn't put him right into an ice bath, that would have brought his temp up too fast, so I opened our arnoir door refrigerator and stuck him on one of the shelves (with the door open, of course). It really helped, he bounced right back after a couple of minutes, but I made my mom promise not to tell my "city boy" husband of this event.