They Don't All Make It

I mentioned in an earlier post that the first week is the most challenging (thus far) of raising baby chicks, mostly because they don't all make it. I was happy when we first opened our box of birds and all 16 chicks were alive and moving. We opened the box of chicks up around 4pm and watched them all evening, we ate a quick (and late) supper and then watched them some more. We noticed the strange sleeping and looked that up online. But then I noticed one of the smaller chicks who seemed to do nothing but sleep. I re-dipped her beak in the water and in the special gel that the chicks came with and watched as she laid her head down in the gel and went back to sleep.

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Chick Haiku

Sweet, cheeping little chicks

eat, drink, stink, dashing madly

the brooder is home

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Chickens are chicken

Yes, it is true, chickens are indeed chicken. They are scared of everything. They are scared of us. At least our baby chicks are scared of us. For some reason I didn't expect the babies to be afraid of us, and especially not me. I am the one who feeds them, waters them, and pets them.

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Chicken Lemonade

When we were first preparing for our baby chicks my three year old helped me mix up their special water and immediately dubbed it "Chicken Lemonade"

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Cute and Fluffy

The first few days of chick parenting are met with the most surprises and challenges. But really the first week is also when the chicks are their absolute cutest. Fluffy little fuzz balls that are so light they float in your hand. Our three boys were very happy to be caretakers of these tiny puffs of cuteness.

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