With this newsletter we’ll be caught up. Here is the May intro…
Now, onto the chicken tale.
When last we spoke, I was down to two surviving keets (baby Guinea Hens) and five chicks. I planned to get the Australorps in two weeks. Then I got to thinking. If I waited the two weeks, there would be a bigger age gap in the chicks. Did that mean they’d pick on each other?
So… the next week I went down to the feed store and came home with two Barred Rock chickens. Mainly because they were sold out of every other chick type.
Now I am up to seven chickens. I have four Australorp chickens held for the next week, and the keets are doing very well. With heroic restraint, when I wen to get the Australorps I only got two (instead of the four). Nine chickens. Enough. I’m done. Besides, my brooder box (basically a chick crib or playpen) is getting pretty full.
There were no issues introducing the new chicks. In fact, the oldest ones seemed to try to show them where to eat. It was kinda neat.
The next batch of keets came in and were pretty healthy. I did lose two. The older ones were significantly larger, and I think they may have squished them.
All the flock was doing pretty good. I had planned to put the chicks out in the enclosed coop in about two weeks. The youngest chicks should be old enough, then. Well, the chicks had a different idea.
One of the chicks, the silver laced Wyandotte, had been hopping out of the brooder and sitting on a box. She’d get back in when I shooed her in. I wasn’t too worried. But then I walked in one morning to find all the chicks, every single one (and a keet) on the floor, waiting for breakfast. Sigh. I put them back in, and the next day they were all out again (this time without the keet). Needless to say, now all the chicks are in the coop.
The keets will go out when the youngest are ready, which they aren’t yet. Although the two oldest were on the edge of the brooder when I walked in this morning. This time, though, I got smart. Now there is a cover on the brooder, lol.