Monday, April 25, 2016
Further Chick Adventures
I got a call today from my next-door neighbor.
"Hey Mary," she said. "Could you take three biddies?"
"Oh, Lord, Carolyn," I said. "I just transitioned my babies outside and got the bathroom where I was keeping them all cleaned up."
Which is so true. So very, very true.
And then she proceeded to tell me a story about a broody hen she's got who's been sitting on eggs and she's put peacock eggs under her, trying to get those to hatch out, and then these three little ones got born and if she left them with the mother, she wouldn't sit on the eggs and she's afraid that cats will get them, etc., etc.
"Please, please, please!" she said. This woman loves animals. Dogs, cats, chickens, goats. Since I've lived here she's had a turkey, a llama, and she has donkeys too. And she had a very old horse.
What could I do? I sighed and told her I'd get them everything set up and I did and went over there and gave me these three in a box.
They are the grandchildren of Elvis, having been sired by Elvis, Jr.
So I brought them home and one of them has a messed up foot. And these babies have just hatched. I settled them into their pine shavings and turned on their light and showed them where the food was and then I went online to see if anything could be done about the foot.
Turns out that supposedly, you can help this problem.
Yeah, I know. You don't need to watch that. I love the woman's voice though. She's so pragmatic about it all. I showed the video to Mr. Moon and then we applied a bandage to the foot and we shall see how it goes.
I can't believe I'm doing this again.
Well, here we are. I haven't even thought about naming these three. Let's just see how they do.
Also? The candle is still playing "Happy Birthday."