"Life is not the way it's supposed to be..
It's the way it is..
The way we cope with it, is what makes the difference"
Friday, April 16, 2010
Well our new additions to the flock have become quite a stir to the henhouse. A week ago monday saw a new birth .
Mother was very attentive to her chick, which again I had to help out of it's shell.
Sadly none of the other eggs hatched. We had put 11 freshly laid eggs under the hen after her first attempt at hatching resulted in complete failure. Upon opening a couple eggs after 48 hours later, I found fully formed dead chicks. I can only wonder at the cause. Did they suffocate in the shells? We had frequently checked them for sounds of peeping and tapping and heard none. Our hens eggs are very hard shelled and the lining is pretty tough and rubbery (that is except for the Grey Leghorn eggs which are just the opposite and sometimes just picking them up from the nest, fractures thier delicate shells). Why do I have such a high failure rate on setting hens?
The 21 day old chicks were doing well and being very well cared for by their mother.
Here is the one I had to help out of it's shell, I believe it is a Americana-Isa Brown cross.
This one seems to be pure Americana.
And the last one I am unsure of.
All of the other hens gape at them through the fence, but poor old Snaggle Beak seems to be the most frequent visitor, she peeps at them and looks longingly at them and trys to get into their pen continuously.
Big Red also seems to be quite interested in the chicks.
We have also purchased more chicks, 7 Silver-Laced Wyendotts, 4 Barred Rocks and 4 Grey Leghorns.
(One of the Barred Rocks died recently).
Anyway after we let the hen and and out of their enclosed nestbox to roam with the others, we noticed that she became less and less attentive to her new chick. As it would try to get under her she would step on it to get away from it, until it was forced to try to ingratiate itself with the other hen. She sometimes accepted it as her own, but other times chased it away. We tried putting the mother and chick back into the enclosed nestbox after the other hen pecked it hard on the back drawing blood. But the mother hen almost stomped it to death trying to get out. So we had to do something drastic.
We had to bring Little Peep into the house to care for it.
I have been happily married for 39 years, to the love of my life. We live quietly on a five acre family plot. We have 3 wonderful children who are now out of the house. Our oldest daughter has provided us with 2 beautiful grandchildren and our son with 1. We also have 2 LARGE dogs and 3 cats to keep us busy. Sometimes it's a zoo around here.
We are suppose to be in our "Golden Years" but they have turned to RUST!
I have Post Polio Syndrome. It has left me with a leg that just quits on me whenever it feels like it, muscles that tire easily, arthritis and degenerative disc disease in my spine, which causes me daily aches and pains that I have come to learn to live with, and a brain that gets confused very easily, forgets things quickly and doesn't allow me to do some of my old hobbies or read well. My wife has Fibro-Myalgia and suffers through it's daily pains and has Cronic Fatigue Syndrome too. She too is unable to work.
I dedicate this blog to my children and grandchildren, so that they may read some of my childhood memories, before I forget them all.