The Broody Bunch

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Add Food and Water

Posted by Miranda on May-17-2009

It’s been three full days since we brought home the chicks.  I wasn’t sure at first if they would survive Young Master and Little Maiden.  All they wanted to do was hold the chicks.  They still ask now but the novelty has worn off a little.

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I had to pick up a waterer and feeder today.  The pie plate was becoming perilous as they would slip and slide in and out to eat their mash.  I put shavings in their box yesterday since they’ve established eating the mash.  I’ve read that chicks might start eating the shavings if they haven’t learned what they’re supposed to eat.  Anyway, since I put shavings in the box, they’ve really enjoyed scratching and filled their water bowls several times with shavings.  It took a little bit of time for the chicks to figure out where their food went but once one found it the others were eager to get their share. 

Houston, We Have Chickens!

Posted by Miranda on May-14-2009

I stopped into the LFS this afternoon with the rest of the family.  The kids always like to go there because there are always animals; chicks, goats, and the jumbo rabbit that lives there.  Honestly, the bunny is almost as big as Little Maiden.  The LFS had some more chicks in and some really cute ducklings.  When I asked, my chicks still weren’t in yet.  But the Post Office was still open so there was a chance that they’d be in later in the day.  They assured me that I’d get a phone call as soon as the chicks arrived.  We went back home and were getting ready for special services at church.  The LFS called just before we needed to leave for church.  So Little Maiden and I jumped into the car and sped to town. 

The LFS put all 8 chicks in a tiny box to carry them home in.  I picked up some pine shavings at the same time.  When we returned home, GH helped set up the box and drop light in the kitchen.  We lined it with newspaper for the time being.  I put some mash in a pie plate and some water in two small glass bowls.  Then we gated the dog in another room and ran out the door to church.  The chicks were all still alive when we got home.  That’s a good sign!

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