The Broody Bunch

We named the chickens today!  I’ve actually had names picked out since before we brought the chicks home.  I have some apprehensions about naming the chickens though.  It has nothing to do with sentiments; I’m already attached.  My biggest dilemma with naming the chicks is being able to tell them apart!

Right now the only way that we can tell the chicks apart is by markings and how developed they are.  Some have longer tail feathers than others and some have stripes or spots that will disappear when all of their feathers have come in.  Regardless, the kids were bugging me to name them, so here they are…

Dolly – She is the largest and most developed of the White Leghorns.  She also seems to be the most dominant.

Patsy – She is the second largest White Leghorn and has slightly shorter tail feathers than Dolly.

LeAnn – She is next in line.  Nothing really note-worthy to mention.

Faith – She is the smallest of the Leghorns and of all the chickens.

The Rhode Island Reds are distinguished more by their markings.

Wynona – She has four black stripes going down her back and also has a trade mark chirp-chirp when you pick her up.

Shania – She has white-ish tips on her wings.

Reba – She is very uniformly red and black striped on her feathers.

Martina – She is the smallest of the RI Reds and doesn’t have any black markings on her head.

So, they are all named.  Soon the white ones will all look the same and the red ones’ feathers will change color.  I think I’m going to have to invest in some leg bands.

Chicken dust.  I don’t think it’s related in any way to fairy dust.  Except that it seems to show up over night.  I’m sure that anyone else who has had chickens knows what I’m talking about.  But probably normal chicken keepers don’t keep them in the kitchen!  Every morning I have to wipe down all the counters and appliances.  If it was fairy dust, I would have flown around the galaxy several times already!

The chickens like the dust.  I’ve seen Willhi’s chickens take dust baths.  Yesterday one of the RI Reds scratched out a hole in the shavings and then started kicking and fluffing herself.  She’d bury her head under the shavings and give a contented twitter.  The other chicks came over and walked over her and pecked at the shavings on her back but she seemed in such ecstasy that she didn’t even move.I’m sure sure that chick really enjoyed her dust bath.  All of the chicks are looking very uncomfortable.  They’ve got feathers sticking out everywhere.  They kind of look like a cross between a powder puff and a pin cushion!

I would have thought that it’s a little early for my chickens to be flying out of their confined area if it hadn’t happened today.  The chicks’ wings have been feathering out quite well.  They make a big show of stretching them out one at a time or flapping and stirring up shavings and dust.  Now and then, when a chick can’t get close enough to the food, she’ll flutter in on top of the group and the rest will scatter.

I’d like to know how she got out.  When I got home from work, GH was looking behind the furniture for the escapee.  We could hear peeping coming from behind the bookcase.  GH spotted the Leghorn behind a basket of magazines.  I returned her to the brooder.  I’m sure she had a story to tell the other girls about the great big world beyond the walls!

I’m not sure if I should be worried about it happening again soon or if it was some chance happening.

I wish I’d seen Dapper’s reaction to the run-away chick!  I’m glad he’s not a great hunter.

I made it through the weekend!  It was nice to visit with all of the family that I usually only see once or twice a year.  We all got to see how each other’s kids have grown and get updated pictures.  Unfortunately Little Maiden came home with a stomach bug.  She’s resting on the couch now with a bucket at the ready…

My chicks also made it through the weekend!  Willhi checked on them to make sure they were doing alright.  She said they had filled their waterer completely with shavings so she cleaned that out.  Otherwise, they did fine.

The gardens also came through okay.  They weren’t withered or torn up.  Something did dig in the spinach last night, though.  I think I’m going to have to fence it all in.

The sun is out today and there isn’t a cloud in the sky.  The breeze is very light and I’m guessing it’s in the 70’s.  I put the chicken brooder outside on the porch so the chicks could enjoy the sun and fresh air.  I put bird netting over the top to keep them in and the hawks out.

I’m a little nervous about this weekend.  We’re traveling 150 miles to visit my family in Northern Maine for Memorial Day weekend.  We’re leaving the chicks home by themselves.  I’ve decided that with the self-feeder and waterer that they should be okay for a couple of days.  Willhi has promised to stop in to check on them.  I’m glad because I’m afraid the temperature might fluctuate too much.  The temp outside has been in the 90’s for the last two days.  Very unseasonable for Maine.  (I love global warming!)  Anyway, the house has gotten very warm so I’ve been leaving the chick’s light off so they don’t get too hot.  If it cools down this weekend while I’m away, I don’t want them to get too cold if I leave the light off.  On the flip side, I don’t want to leave their light on and cook them.

It makes me feel better that Willhi will check on the chicks.  I guess it will depend on the temperature in the morning whether I leave the light on.  I’m using a 100watt bulb and the brooder is too small for the chicks to really get out of the heat if they need to.  I’m almost as nervous as I might be if I were leaving my kids alone for a three day weekend.  I hope they’re all still alive when I get back home.  I’m sure they will look different.  The chicks are developing so fast.

Willhi has said she would water my garden while we’re away too.  I’d hate to lose my garden as much as I’d hate to lose my chickens.  I’ve already been contending with some mysterious animal who only comes out at night and likes to dig holes in the gardens and eat up all my lettuce.  I’d hat to lose all of it to a drought.  I’m going to water them thoroughly before we leave in the morning. 

I’m just a bundle of nerves.  Let’s not even mention staying a whole weekend with family…

After a week, I’m definitely becoming attached.  My chicks are starting to grow up.  Several of them are starting to get their tail feathers and their wings are feathering out too.

Young Master was playing with the chicks a couple of evenings ago and managed to get one to eat out of his hand.  Naturally, if one chick is getting something to eat then all the others come running to get their share.  Now they all come running as soon as you put your hand in the box.  It’s a nice feeling that they trust me enough to actually jump into my hand for something to eat.  The Leghorns still aren’t too keen on being held but at least they don’t run away from me anymore.

Dapper is adjusting now.  He still isn’t sure what to do about the chicks.  I think he gets a bit jealous when I give the chicks some attention.  He starts whining and shaking and trying to get into my lap.  I’ve held a chick up for Dapper to inspect.  he sniffs her and laps the air all around her.  The first night we had the chicks Dapper kept trying to get out of bed to go check on them.  He doesn’t do that anymore.  He will jump up to look in the box when we’re patting or feeding the chicks.  It makes me laugh to think of how Dapper will react when there are eight full-grown chickens that are all twice as big as he is!

 

We’ve had a lot of fun so far watching the chicks do their chicken things.  I immediately noticed the difference in temperament between the Leghorns and the RI Reds.  I try to pick up and handle the chicks frequently so they get used to me.  The Reds will just stand there and let me slide my hand under them to pick them up.  The Leghorns run away as fast as they can, peeping all the way.

I also noticed that the Leghorns are more adept to foraging.  As soon as I put the new feeder in the box the Leghorns started scratching in the shavings for any food that had been scattered off the pie plate.  The Reds all walked around the new feeder until one of them dared to put her head in one of the holes.  The other chicks quickly followed.

One time one of the chicks fancied a particular piece of shavings and took off to a corner with it.  As soon as the other chicks saw her running with something they all made chase.  She fought for it but eventually it was dropped into all the other shavings and the game was forgotten.

My favorite part of watching the chicks is when they go to sleep.  The chick will walk over under the drop light.  Then slowly she just sort of deflates.  Her eyes close and then her body slowly drops to the floor.  Then her head droops in the same fluid motion until her beak is on the floor.  If she’s warm enough, her wings will relax away from her body a little.  There is nothing cuter than a sleeping chick.  It’s funny that when the box has sleeping chicks that we find ourselves tip-toeing around the box, whispering and hushing the kids.  It’s just as if we had eight sleeping babies.  It’s fun and I’m loving it!!

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.

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. 

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!

 

Well, no chicks today.  Yesterday Little Maiden and I went to the LFS to get chicken mash.  They had a large box just hopping with chicks.  I asked about them but the chicks were Ameraucanas.  I have four White Leghorns and four Rhode Island Reds coming.  But the clerk said those chicks would come in Thursday or Friday.  I bought 50# of mash and half a pound of red seed potatoes for my fifth SFG.

I was happily surprised today when I got home from work.  My chicken run was up and the chicken door had been cut!  GH and Little Maiden had been busy.  They also had filled the fifth SFG so I planted my potatoes today!