First snow in October! Real snow too, big swirling flakes that are sticking around for a little while. The Caped Crusader doesn’t wait for me to distribute the food.These are the four middle chicks, having a snow day in the greenhouse. Snow is pretty much rain, only quiet. The co-mamas and the 7 Silkies. Adorable. They’re so tiny. I’m in dread of stepping on one, since they’re so small and brown and hard to see. Luckily Marshmallow is fierce. She runs off any of the other chicks and hens, so I know these little ones are getting enough to eat.
There’s a cuckoo. Apples’ chick is large than the few days lead she has on the others, and is probably a Silkie cross.
Last evening was windy, and the guineas were twitchy, and several of them escaped. They flew up into the mesh and scrambled against it to find a gap and then got out. I was watching them, and I didn’t think they could get out, right up until they did. Then it was a long round of persuading them back into the area of the opening in the fence (they wanted to go back in), until they darted back in one by one.
The only keet is now at that stage where they think they’re all grown up and are paling around with the big birds, but they are still little. So the keet was out with the other escapees, but instead of staying with them, it ran straight into the big brush pile, waited for the coast to clear (of us), and then peeped a little, calling out for the others, and then sprinted back out to rejoin them.
After a long patient wait, finally all the birds were back enclosed. Until an hour later, just before dark, when I went in the yard to close the greenhouse door, disturbed them, and three guineas escaped again! And the keet. Good grief.
This time I propped the fence open, waited until I saw the keet make its run out of the brush pile to reunite with the others, and they were all milling around by the open gate. I left them to it, confident they were fine.
After dark I closed all the coops, and all the guineas were back in the greenhouse. No keet. You’re kidding me. I rarely do see the keet at night, it tucks itself away somewhere, so I told myself it may be in there but it’s hiding. Worst case scenario it didn’t find its way back in, it’s in the brush pile, but it will most likely be able to survive the night, since it’s got a full suit of feathers now.
The night started with hard blowing snow pellets and froze, with our first lasting accumulation of snow.
This morning I open up and feed the hens (the guineas are always already up and about), and there’s no keet. I look around the edges of the brush pile but see nothing. I hear nothing.
I’m sick about it.
I carry on taking care of the chickens, back and forth, and then I see what I’ve been hoping to – little bird prints walking out of the brush pile. I almost miss the little brown bird huddled, still, in one of my footprints.
It was on its way, struggling back to the greenhouse, but it did survive the night!
I shoved it in my shirt, hastened back to the house and transferred the patient to under HW’s shirt, and went back to work.
I came back in to find the chick bedded in a bowl, clearly labeled:)
Sleepy and not out of the woods, but will likely be fine.I put a towel over her later in case she got ideas about hopping out. And HW uncovered her later to peek. A transformation! Up pops the head. Yes, I am feeling better.Oh, maybe I still am a little sleepy.