Tiniest chicken ever!

[Sunshine Flock]

Oh, he's lovely!

Good work, mama!!

 

[drumstick diva]

Hope he continues to do well - I have fallen in love with him already

 

[Tavia Rose]

Oh, he's lovely!

Good work, mama!!

Thank you!

 

[Tavia Rose]

Hope he continues to do well - I have fallen in love with him already

Awwwee..I appreciate it.

 

[Jessica Thompson]

We had one like that she was so small she could easily have been raised by her brother and her brother was a bantam Cochin and she was a Cochin too

 

[N F C]

What a wee cutie! Hope he continues to grow and thrive. Keep us posted!

 

[Tavia Rose]

What a wee cutie! Hope he continues to grow and thrive. Keep us posted!

Right on. Thanks so much!

 

[microchick]

Go PRIME!

I have a similar story. I had two 'staggered hatch' eggs in my Brinsea finishing up gestation and when the 'big day' arrived noticed that one of the chicks had pipped towards the 'wrong' end of the egg.I could hear it cheeping at me but as the day wore on, noted that the cheeps were getting weaker and no progress was being made towards zip. Then silence. Desperate to save the baby, I carefully chipped a bigger hole in the shell at the pip to make sure it was getting air. The baby livened up a bit but made no attempt to zip the shell. Once again the peeps got weaker. The baby's movements became slower.

I knew I had to risk it and zipped the shell. Baby was alive but very weak. It also lost some blood through the emergency zipping. I left it alone with the umbilicus still attached to the shell but luckily, it was term as the egg yolk sack had absorbed completely. I went to bed telling my husband that I didn't think the baby was going to make it and would probably be dead by morning and he agreed.

Imagine my surprise the next morning when DH woke me up at the crack of dawn and said "You have to come and look at your baby!" I scrambled out of bed and sure enough. There set little Burd bright and cheerful,all puffed out and demanding OUT of the incubator NOW!

I was almost in tears. Burd (I named him after a firelizard character in one of Ann McCaffrey's Dragon Rider of Pern books) is now 4 months old and is a buff o, bantam cross and thriving. His name Burd gets a lot of adjectives attached to it, Little Burd, Dumb Burd, Supid Burd, Crazy Burd, Bad Burd and finally Burd Brain but he is my baby and spoiled rotten.

They are so much tougher than we give them credit for being. Had Burd been out with his Brood Mom, he would have died for certain so fate did have a hand in his survival. That and a lot of prayer.

So here is a prayer that Primo follows in Burd's footsteps, thrives and grows into a beautiful rooster for you who is also spoiled rotten.

 

[N F C]

Great story @microchick glad it all worked out well for you and Burd!

 

[Tavia Rose]

Go PRIME!

I have a similar story. I had two 'staggered hatch' eggs in my Brinsea finishing up gestation and when the 'big day' arrived noticed that one of the chicks had pipped towards the 'wrong' end of the egg.I could hear it cheeping at me but as the day wore on, noted that the cheeps were getting weaker and no progress was being made towards zip. Then silence. Desperate to save the baby, I carefully chipped a bigger hole in the shell at the pip to make sure it was getting air. The baby livened up a bit but made no attempt to zip the shell. Once again the peeps got weaker. The baby's movements became slower.

I knew I had to risk it and zipped the shell. Baby was alive but very weak. It also lost some blood through the emergency zipping. I left it alone with the umbilicus still attached to the shell but luckily, it was term as the egg yolk sack had absorbed completely. I went to bed telling my husband that I didn't think the baby was going to make it and would probably be dead by morning and he agreed.

Imagine my surprise the next morning when DH woke me up at the crack of dawn and said "You have to come and look at your baby!" I scrambled out of bed and sure enough. There set little Burd bright and cheerful,all puffed out and demanding OUT of the incubator NOW!

I was almost in tears. Burd (I named him after a firelizard character in one of Ann McCaffrey's Dragon Rider of Pern books) is now 4 months old and is a buff o, bantam cross and thriving. His name Burd gets a lot of adjectives attached to it, Little Burd, Dumb Burd, Supid Burd, Crazy Burd, Bad Burd and finally Burd Brain but he is my baby and spoiled rotten.

They are so much tougher than we give them credit for being. Had Burd been out with his Brood Mom, he would have died for certain so fate did have a hand in his survival. That and a lot of prayer.

So here is a prayer that Primo follows in Burd's footsteps, thrives and grows into a beautiful rooster for you who is also spoiled rotten.

Awww that is VERY similar. I love to hear all this inspiration. I haven't had a live chick die on me in 20 years and this time I've been so afraid he would. Burd is a soldier chick lol. I'm glad he made it. Thank you so much.