Little, but big enough for trouble
“Man, I cannot believe the slugs in the greenhouse,” I said to Tom. “They completely deleaved my Arkansas Traveler tomatoes. And I had the bantam chicks in there too for the day….Wait. Uh oh.”
Yep. Not slugs, chicks! Buggers. The thing to know about chickens is that their existence is very monkey-see, monkey-do. So I am quite sure one little chick got a taste and the others joined in. Tiny as they are, they can do some damage. I am not worried about the tomatoes, though; they’ll be fine.
“Well, I do need to get them out of the temporary coop, and move them in with the Big Girls. And the baby chicks need to move to the temporary coop, and then THEY need to move into the coop, probably earlier than they’re comfortable, when the rest of the chicks show up in early June.”
“You mean you’re moving them all to Gen Pop? Is that safe? Poor birds.”
The one thing that I know about chickens is that they need Their People (i.e., at least two others the same age). What makes Chicken Patty and Queen (Bloody) Beatrice so sad is that they’re “only birds,” as Chicken Patty’s “people” are all in the freezer and Bea’s “people” are likewise very dead. Bea we don’t worry about so much because she’s Queen and everyone defers to her. Chicken Patty, the largest bird, is the most picked-upon. And so it goes: move the bantams in, they’ll get picked on; move the babies in, the bantams will pick on THEM, then the new egg birds will move in during July and the babies will pick on THEM. (Let me be clear: the picking (pecking) only occurs at group events like trips to the feed bowl or while waiting for the dirt bath.) There’s safety in numbers though. Everyone will work it out, eventually.