The chicks are only a few days old and are devouring food like they are starving to death! But they are too cute to judge. They are growing so fast. You can see changes daily! Look at the feathers they’ve already developed! It all happens too fast.
We did lose one of the chicks to illness which unfortunately seems to happen when they are this young. We introduced 2 new chicks the same age that quickly blended in with everyone.
What else can you say?! They eat a lot and poop a lot. Lots of cleaning up but we love them . They seem to be calmer than the big girls. There was a lot of chaos with our last girls. Could it be because we had 5 roosters? Yep, probably!
Get a closer look at the little monsters eating on their YouTube Channel:
That’s right! I bought some new baby chicks! These cute little balls of downy feathers are 20 Rhode Island Red chickens. They are known for the tons of extra large brown eggs they lay and they are super hardy. But more than that……THEY ARE SO ADORABLE! Gotta enjoy them while they are this small.
So how did this start? The other ladies aren’t laying enough eggs for our customers. So we are bringing in some new girls to help. The older ladies just don’t lay as many eggs as they used to. However, being past their monstrous teenage years has made them sweeter than ever! They don’t run away like they used to and they aren’t pecking at each other as much. Stewart the rooster may have something to do with it but mellowing with age is so nice to see!
I got 2 boxes of 10 chicks each and brought them home. These tender little cuties spend the first 3-4 weeks of their lives gradually getting used to living in 75 degree weather. Then they can move into a coop, opening the door only when the temperature is over 70 degrees. Fresh out of their box I had to quickly put them in the brooder which I needed to heat up to 95 degrees to start. In the meantime I had to find a good place to set them to keep them as warm as possible. The only room I could think of was my tiny bathroom with an electric heater. So that’s where they sat! The boxes rocking and “cheep, cheep!” every now and then.
Once the brooder was hot enough I picked up one chick at a time out of the box. I held them over the waterer and dipped their beaks into the water so they knew where to find it.Then they were off to explore!
Phew! All safe and sound. Poor little girls were so traumatized most of them immediately fell asleep under the heater and took a nap. SO CUTE!
Winter is not a good time for the girls. It’s usually too cold and/or too wet for them.They are a fair weather flock. Even after enticing them with sliced carrots they still only eat the ones they can reach away from the snow.
I always see pictures and stories about how chickens tolerate cold weather and even in places where temperatures have dropped to -20 degrees! Chickens can be comfortable until it reaches 20 below. The only minor issue that can happen is when their comb or waddles get frostbite. It’s minor and superficial, peeling off in a week or so. So while chickens all over the world are free ranging in a few inches of snow, my chickens refuse to touch it! They would rather crowd each other until they get on each other’s nerves and then start pecking on each other.
Oh, I suppose I could shovel more snow out of the way but the ground below is too frozen and not good on their little feet. Besides, there is so much to do around here that it always falls to the end of the list.
Suck it up girls! Spring will be here before you know it!
What the ladies avoid the slow on their YouTube channel:
It never fails. Every time I rake out the ladies run they follow behind me to see what I’m stirring up. If I leave a raked pile on the ground too long the ladies jump in the pile and start scratching and kicking. Everything I raked up is re-scattered everywhere again!
So now I have to guard the pile and stay close to it as I’m working. I’m constantly shooing them away. The minute I turn my head to grab a shovel to scoop it into the bucket they see it as a chance to dive in! The neighbors must think I’m crazy waving my arms and screeching to scare them off. Their run door is even open for them to free range but they would rather pick through poop! REALLY?!!!
Even once I’m done and all the poop is officially in the bucket, a group of the ladies hang around the edge of the bucket like they are nibbling on free appetizers at happy hour!
Well happy hour is over ladies and I need to drag your poop bucket to the compost pile where you will never see it again! Take that for all the extra time you add to my cleaning chores!