Well, the past month has just flown by.
The first week after the chicks arrived was very difficult. Chicks kept dying, some in my hands. Several people reached out to me, on Instagram, but I had every box checked, warmth, food, water, safety. Finally on day 8 I called the hatchery and told the person answering the phone, “I’m not getting off this call until someone can help me figure out what is happening, half my flock has died.” That got attention and I was able to talk to someone in depth about what was happening.
It is now believed that my chicks got too cold during shipping. That the box was left on a loading dock or in a truck. Finally, it made sense. There were six unalive chicks upon arrival and by 8 days I had lost half the flock. The nagging thoughts that I was doing something terribly wrong dissipated, and grief set in.
The surviving birds are doing fantastic. We moved them from the house to the coop last week, and they’ve settled right in. This week I’ve been opening the door to the run, but so far none of them have ventured out. I’ll be out there working on the run roof today and tomorrow so maybe they will join me.
So her name is “Chickadee”
I also posted an update on Instagram, and am sharing it here.
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That’s all for now. I hope you have a great day!!
By Quiet Waters 