- Apr 5, 2010
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I received a gift from an Ecuadorian pastor of a baby chicken. I was completely unprepared but very excited (I have always wanted a chicken).
When the chick was delivered to me, it was also delivered with a bag of food. My husband took the food while I oohed and awed over the chicken. Later, when I went to feed my new chicken, I asked my husband where the food was.
I was told it was in the laundry shed, on the shelf.
I looked everywhere for it and finally found a bag of ground powder. It was in a clean paint bucket.
"Why did you put it in a paint bucket?" I asked
"I didn't." he replied. "They must have brought it in a paint bucket."
"I don't remember seeing it in a paint bucket." I said.
He just shrugged his shoulders.
Just to be safe, I tasted the powder. It was awfully bland and chalky but seemed like it could be food for a baby chick. So for the last four days I have been feeding it to my little "Macintosh". Macintosh never seemed to care for it and last night she cried all night.
THis morning I went to get something from the laundry shed, moved some things around and saw a bag of ground yellow stuff. I tasted it. CORN! Oh crud. What was that other stuff?
Plaster. I have been feeding my chick plaster for FOUR days.
She seems okay, ate a ton of corn when I put it down for her. I think she has survived the last few days on the bugs she pecks at here and there. Good grief, this is NOT a good start.
When the chick was delivered to me, it was also delivered with a bag of food. My husband took the food while I oohed and awed over the chicken. Later, when I went to feed my new chicken, I asked my husband where the food was.
I was told it was in the laundry shed, on the shelf.
I looked everywhere for it and finally found a bag of ground powder. It was in a clean paint bucket.
"Why did you put it in a paint bucket?" I asked
"I didn't." he replied. "They must have brought it in a paint bucket."
"I don't remember seeing it in a paint bucket." I said.
He just shrugged his shoulders.
Just to be safe, I tasted the powder. It was awfully bland and chalky but seemed like it could be food for a baby chick. So for the last four days I have been feeding it to my little "Macintosh". Macintosh never seemed to care for it and last night she cried all night.
THis morning I went to get something from the laundry shed, moved some things around and saw a bag of ground yellow stuff. I tasted it. CORN! Oh crud. What was that other stuff?
Plaster. I have been feeding my chick plaster for FOUR days.
She seems okay, ate a ton of corn when I put it down for her. I think she has survived the last few days on the bugs she pecks at here and there. Good grief, this is NOT a good start.
