Day 5 of my broody nightmare.
Peeked in on the broody this morning. That newborn chick I rescued other day either fell out of the nest again or she rejected it. It was dead on the ground, cold and wet. That was the last straw for me. I carried the cage out to the main coop where I have a much bigger cage waiting with a ground nest of straw in the corner. Chucked mom and 3 live babies in there (gently of course). There were still 4 unhatched eggs. Candled...all dead. After about 4 hours, I decided to check on mom and the chicks... It's barely been above freezing today and I was concerned about the temp difference between the coop and my sunroom. Saw mom sitting on the nest in the corner. Two babies under her and the third shivering out in the open in front of her. I just stood there silently watching her for a few minutes. The more I stood there, the more she began to go bonkers. Finally stood up, screeching, and frantically pacing the back of the cage and trampling chicks who were scattering everywhere. All because I LOOKED at her.
I hate this chicken. She's toast after these chicks are raised....IF they make it that far.
Peeked in on the broody this morning. That newborn chick I rescued other day either fell out of the nest again or she rejected it. It was dead on the ground, cold and wet. That was the last straw for me. I carried the cage out to the main coop where I have a much bigger cage waiting with a ground nest of straw in the corner. Chucked mom and 3 live babies in there (gently of course). There were still 4 unhatched eggs. Candled...all dead. After about 4 hours, I decided to check on mom and the chicks... It's barely been above freezing today and I was concerned about the temp difference between the coop and my sunroom. Saw mom sitting on the nest in the corner. Two babies under her and the third shivering out in the open in front of her. I just stood there silently watching her for a few minutes. The more I stood there, the more she began to go bonkers. Finally stood up, screeching, and frantically pacing the back of the cage and trampling chicks who were scattering everywhere. All because I LOOKED at her.
I hate this chicken. She's toast after these chicks are raised....IF they make it that far.

