So anyway, first chick hatched and seemed all right. I went into the house for my camera, and when I came out, the chick was on the floor of the moop, and not in very good shape. I put it back in with Goldie, but didn't have much hope for it. It died a short time later. A second egg had a ferociously peeping chick in it, but wasn't coming out. I checked back an hour later, and it was out, but wet and limp and didn't look at all good. An hour later, it looked dead, but I shoved it back under Goldie and went in the house. There was still a third egg, but it had no signs of hatching, so I assumed it was not fertile.
When I put the chickens away Sunday night, I couldn't find the chick, or the third egg. Chickens will eat a dead chick, and they will eat eggs, so I thought the cleanup crew had taken care of things and went to bed, very depressed.
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| Can you see how depressed Goldie is? |
Yesterday Kim brought down two little chicks that had hatched in his incubator that morning. He said maybe they would cheer up Goldie. We have a water tank set up in the barn for new chicks and their mamas, so I went to the moop to get Goldie, and Kim took the two chicks to the barn.
I crawled in the moop and heard peeping. Well, the chicks born June 2 still make a peeping sound, but none of them were around. And then I saw it! Goldie had a chick! GOLDIE HAD A CHICK!! I laughed out loud. It is a miracle. Whether it was the wet chick that miraculously survived or whether that third egg was pushed into a corner so I didn't see it and it hatched in the night, GOLDIE HAD A CHICK!! On my birthday, no less. Her name is Little Susie.
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| Goldie with Little Susie |
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| Goldie, Little Susie and the two adoptees in their water tank home. |
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