Wednesday, August 18, 2010

rip little chickie

When we get home from work, I immediately check on our 6 chicks. We got home last night and as usual, I went to check on them. "One, two, three, four, five. FIVE?!" It took me a second, but I found #6. Poor guy stuck himself between the wall of their rubbermaid bin and the waterer and was on his back, taking his last breaths. I know they are just dumb chickens, but if I'm going to be honest, I was a little sad. I wondered, and hoped, that I had not done something to make him sick. He was about half the size of the others, so maybe there was something wrong from the get go. The others are doing great. They've started to get their tail feathers. I'm amazed everyday at how much they change!

1 comment:

  1. I had a similar thing happen when my husband and I tried to raise guinea hens. It's so depressing that I never want to try and raise farm animals again. I'm impressed when other people can do it, though. :)