And thus begins a new adventure at the farm
The telephone rang at the It Better Be An Emergency hour of 7 a.m. this morning. The chicks were at the post office! Could I please come to the back door and get them?
So I picked up this tiny box and brought its peepy contents home. When I popped the top I was somewhat amazed to see that they were holed up in only half the box! Yep: this small container, about the size of some stereo equipment, is sized to hold about 50 baby chicks.
It’s 26 we have, though. All hale and hearty, and really not much bigger than the eggs they emerged from only yesterday.
For bedding, I use towels for their first couple of days of life. They won’t eat it (unlike sawdust), it’s not slippery (important for growing legs), and it’s warm.
So out to the potting shed they went. They’ll make their home in a plastic tub for a week or two. The tub is inside the mini-coop, which will be their home for a week after that. By the time they’re nearly a month old, they’ll be out munching grass and bugs in their tractor.
First baby to find the food. Notice chickpile: like all babies, they spend most of their hours sleeping.