So excited to report that the little chicks, who were such a sad sight only 10 days ago are now vigorous and thriving!
The turning point seemed to be when they began to eat the chickweed. Now whenever I come to the brooder cage and speak to them, they run to the clothes pin, where I clip the weed. They pull and tug. Still scruffy looking but getting rounder every day.
I have learned to pay close attention to their behavior when I bring them home, and to make certain they are drinking first before introducing food. I also plan to purchase my chicks a month later, if possible, and not to get any until I have room to take on 4 or more. Chicks seems to do better in higher numbers. They are flock creatures, after all. I will do as one woman said: “Always watch to choose the most active chicks.”
And once again I have learned that it is good not to give up, and that we can start over any time.
“The key to everything is patience. You get the chicken by hatching the egg, not by smashing it.” ~Anonymous
The chicks turned seven weeks old on Thursday, and I breathed a sigh of relief. They were not only still alive, but thriving. I had read weeks ago on a forum someone's tale of their chicks up and dying at seven weeks and they did not know why. This sent me at high speed into dark imaginings. I then and there quit reading on chicken forums.
Our little Princess Puny, special needs chick. At about half the size of the rest in the flock, she nevertheless continues to grow, at her own pace and time. She uses both legs now, walks and runs around the extended area of the chicken run, although she does not perch. Managing the ramp to the hen house was a slow challenge for her. She finds it best to fly up and down. She remains smaller and, well, puny, but there has been no picking on her by the other chicks at all. For a time one of the Buff Orpingtons seems to be a companion by her side.
A better picture of Princess Puny and her Big Sister, to show their differences in size, as well as the shape of their heads. Puny's head remains a round ball.
We enjoy all the chicks, but little Princess Puny is a special delight. She reminds me of the power of just keeping on, and then laying down when you’re tired, getting up again and pressing on, doing what you can do, being a blessing as just who and what you are.
Commitment to our unique way of life, then is our task today and every day. It is not to be undertaken for our self-improvement, nor for salvation of the world or society, but simply because we can do no other if we are to be true to the individual hypothesis of our lives. ~Helen M. Luke
Starting Monday out right…
Dear God, help me to see see clearly my talents and all the magnificent possibilities extended before me. Give me the courage to use them, day by day. So it is. Amen.