Sunday, April 11, 2010
I walked into the barn this afternoon to pick up eggs and see what was up, and look what I saw! Two peeps -- and one is a blond!
I'd known they were a possibility, but thought I had a few more days. So I quickly mucked out the privacy stall, filled it with clean wood shavings, and put straw in the little dog crate. Then I grabbed Mama who acted like I was burning her alive. Stuck her under my arm and scooped up the two babes in my other hand, then thrust them all into their new habitat.
I had the other hens and the duck locked out while we got settled in here, but now they are greeting the babies. I'll get a picture of the isolation room later. It's about 5x8' framed, with chicken wire all over it and a door that latches. The crate is turned away from where the "general population" is so that the family can have privacy if they want it. It's nice because the babies grow up aware of the rest of the flock, and integration is no problem.
Now, do I dare go to the farm store tomorrow and get a couple of Silver Laced Wyandotte chicks to slip under Mama when she's asleep?!