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.
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"
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.
Our chicks were in our house for only a handful of hours before I was searching the internet with a question. Maybe more of a concern. I had read all kinds of books about keeping chickens and most of them had a section on baby chicks. I had read our care instructions several times. Somehow none of my resources had prepared me for sleeping chicks.
Obviously baby chickens have to sleep.
I gingerly unfastened the box of chicks from the front seat, where I had secured them with the passenger seat belt for the 3 minute drive home from the post office. My children raced inside and told their Papa that we were welcoming home our little chicks. I handed my husband the camera and prepared to open up our chirping box. I had read the chick care instructions and knew that I had to feed the chicks their special revitalizing gel and introduce each one to the water supply. The care instructions also warned us that it might not be a good idea to open the box in front of children in case a baby chick died in route.
Leah Rae Verde