I was at a ranch supply store yesterday shopping for the usual feed supplies. I won’t say what store but I will tell you the initials are T.S.C. *winks*
I was passing the chicks and I had to stop…JUST to look. I already had my new arrivals at home. They only had some buff Cochins and itsy bitsy tiny black chicks left. OH SO CUTE!
Anyway, I was turning to walk away (I really was!) and I saw a lil fuzzy Cochin chick standing there with a very pasty bottom. I immediately asked the girl working if anyone was going to take care of that chick, otherwise it could die. She told me that they may try to clean it but…and she made an “oh well” face.
In other words, that chick was going to die! I asked her “how much for the pasty bottom chick?” A male worker chimes in and says that they can’t sell less than 6 at a time. I say “but it’s going to DIE.”
The girl then gets on the horn to the manager. He tells her that I can have the chick! Just….take it! She boxed her up and I went straight to the bathroom to clean its poor little bottom. When I checked out, the manager was very nice about it, and even asked if I had electrolytes. I am happy he cared more about saving that chick than a couple of dollars.
Our newest flock member (wing feathers indicate that she is a pullet) is now in quarantine in a warm brooder box with a nice clean bum! She seems to be thriving.
I was passing the chicks and I had to stop…JUST to look. I already had my new arrivals at home. They only had some buff Cochins and itsy bitsy tiny black chicks left. OH SO CUTE!
Anyway, I was turning to walk away (I really was!) and I saw a lil fuzzy Cochin chick standing there with a very pasty bottom. I immediately asked the girl working if anyone was going to take care of that chick, otherwise it could die. She told me that they may try to clean it but…and she made an “oh well” face.
In other words, that chick was going to die! I asked her “how much for the pasty bottom chick?” A male worker chimes in and says that they can’t sell less than 6 at a time. I say “but it’s going to DIE.”
The girl then gets on the horn to the manager. He tells her that I can have the chick! Just….take it! She boxed her up and I went straight to the bathroom to clean its poor little bottom. When I checked out, the manager was very nice about it, and even asked if I had electrolytes. I am happy he cared more about saving that chick than a couple of dollars.
Our newest flock member (wing feathers indicate that she is a pullet) is now in quarantine in a warm brooder box with a nice clean bum! She seems to be thriving.
