Spent the day redoing the emergency windstorm work to rights (baseboard, bolts, adjusting all plastic- no small job), and installing everyone in the greenhouse. Alas, one tiny guinea chick was found dead in the morning, possibly of exposure. It was cold, but still – odd to keel over in the GH, mom right there.
The two broody Silkie hens co-hatched two chicks. What with all the competition and apartment swapping, there is no apparent parentage of the two new chicks. Even the hens don’t seem to be clear. I installed both of them in the chickery with a broody box and new eggs. This is for their comfort, for protection from the amorous roosters (How I have longed for you!), and the teenagers who pile in at night. No one wants teenagers around, even your own.
Broody hens are so funny, they act like it’s Christmas when you give them eggs. Eggs?! You shouldn’t have! Cluck cluck cluck, and they settle right on, like they’re slipping into a warm bath.She’s been sitting on eggs more than a month, and she’s still thrilled about it.
The cohabitation seems to be great for the chicks. One mom seems pretty into mothering, but the chicks can go in the box anytime to second mom for a warming, which they do. I think I’ll have a nap with you now.Especially when Mom A is getting down in the dirt bath. We’ll leave you to it. We’ll be in here.They all pile in the box at night. TOO cute!
Before I took their box away, the teens were playing house in it:
The guinea chicks are so tiny, smaller than the Silkie chicks, perfectly camouflaged, and slippery. After the morning death, I was keeping a close eye and an ear open for their car alarm cheeping, and sure enough, one slipped under the baseboard. There it is outside on the wrong side of the plastic. Mom tried to give me a good thumping through the plastic.
The greenhouse is chaotic and messy. I strew hay bales around for them to distribute, make it less of a mud hole. They love a good hay bale.
It was a stressful day, because it was beautiful outside, and all the teens were determined to get outside in it, and were sneaky and extremely clever about slipping out behind me. I’d herd two back in and three would come shooting out. But there were no attacks, and I got everyone back in the GH eventually.
Late in the day, Mama got out with her chicks! I didn’t see how. The guineas all seemed to be fixing to roost at large, so it was time for another chicknapping.
Then all the other guineas trooped in.
Mama found a real nice spot in the corner of the bales to bed down.She has a very interested observer.
Almost all safe now.