Yesterday and the day before our second broody was busy hatching her chicks. She hadn't left her pen for a few days and I knew she had pooped herself. But even so I waited until this afternoon to bother her and clean her pen and her bum.
I booted her and eight babies out, got them settled in a temporary pen, and got to work on her mess. And in the shavings something MOVED. The little guy was still breathing but stone cold, so I ran inside and put him in the dryer, which happened to be almost done with a load of towels.
Then my partner got the incubator and we stuck Shrodinger in there and hoped for the best. An hour and a half later he's still breathing. Mom's been washed, the other chicks have been given some starter feed and I've given little Shrodinger a couple drips of Sav A Chick.
Fingers crossed, but I don't expect much.

I booted her and eight babies out, got them settled in a temporary pen, and got to work on her mess. And in the shavings something MOVED. The little guy was still breathing but stone cold, so I ran inside and put him in the dryer, which happened to be almost done with a load of towels.
Then my partner got the incubator and we stuck Shrodinger in there and hoped for the best. An hour and a half later he's still breathing. Mom's been washed, the other chicks have been given some starter feed and I've given little Shrodinger a couple drips of Sav A Chick.
Fingers crossed, but I don't expect much.
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