Sunday 22 March 2015

The Gas Meter Chicks

Me again with an update...
Here is the Gas Meter site, sans hen

  I went out to have a look after I posted and slap bang in the middle of a path sat mother hen. Clearly, the chicks had run out of the nest and she had followed them and was sitting on them to keep them safe. Several feet away at the gas meter site were three cold eggs and a pile of egg shells. I went over to the pile and found that the eggs were cold., though one was cheeping..what to do? I fetched a big cardboard box from the garage, put straw thickly on the bottom and ran back to Mother Hen. Picking a hen up that has chicks under her is not a job for the faint hearted. Sustaining several vicious pecks to my hands and arms I put her in the box, she immediately jumped out of course, but I soldiered on. I picked up the five chicks that were on the path to place them in the box and she attacked me again and another chick fell out from under her wing. When they were all placed in the box she finally got the idea and jumped in with them. I then placed the remaining eggs under her  and after several more vicious pecks and some very un-ladylike language (from us both) she settled. I covered half the box with a cloth and left her. I then set about clearing up the egg shells and under the pile of empty shells was a cold dead chick. I was going to dispatch it to the bin with the shells but thought it might be worth a punt to revive it ( we have bought a chick "back from the dead" before ) So I tuned on our incubator to warm and fetched a hair dryer. while the incubator was warming I cuddled the chick in my jumper and from about a foot and  a half away blew warm air onto it. After  half an hour it started to move and began  to cheep faintly, so I popped it into the incubator. I put  a jam jar lid of water and one of chick crumbs in with it an I am sitting here fingers crossed.
This interlude successfully got rid of my morning!
  This afternoon David has worked on getting an Ark ready, while the rest of the family have been assembling a run for the lambs, from pallets (of course). By mid afternoon the chick in the incubator was making quite a racket and was immediately called Lazarus. Here he is..,

 I guessed it was worth risking  introducing him back with its brothers and sisters. While one of us put fresh chick crumbs in front of the hen I snook Lazarus under her tail end. Result! in he snuggled.
 After tea we carried the the box over to the ark and while David lifted up the hen (ooh the language!) and we placed the chicks in the run ..all 9 of them!! Mum soon followed them and settled down straight away.
Here they are..The Gas Meter Gang...


Two of the remaining eggs are clearly not viable and the hen has now kicked them out, but the third is still cheeping so we have put it in the incubator to see what happens.

Once the run was assembled for the lambs they had their afternoon bottle. Here they are being fed by my granddaughters.

And here are said granddaughters with their dogs.
I think that is enough for this post.
I'll read the comments from my last post now and reply to everyone.
Bye
love Gillx

20 comments:

  1. great work there I hope the cheeping egg makes it, its all been a bit of an adventure :-)

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    1. See mt next post "Peeler" is Hale and Hearty and with is none brothers and sister under mum. I'm glad it has turned out as well as it has.

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  2. Well done. Perseverance certainly paid off ;)

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  3. Lovely babies and granddaughters, on the last picture they all look so happy :)

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    1. They are happy girls and their dogs are delightful.

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  4. brilliant!! i had no idea of the possibility of 'resurrection'! mind you, we had one of our meat chickens snatched [then dropped] by the neighbour's dog last year and i was sure she was dead -- only to have her revive an hour or so later.

    i'm very much enjoying your blog....i followed a blog-crumb trail from goodness-knows-where and am quite delighted i did!

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    1. It's always worth going that extra mile, you never know what you can achieve do you?
      Glad to see you here. many thanks for commenting

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  5. How cute are those chicks! Great work by the way :D

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    1. Thanks. They are cute aren't they. Mind you in eight weeks they will be extremely ugly for a while ( and probably mostly cockerels!

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  6. We have no cockerel, so no chicks. Years ago when our chickens were all 100% free range in a huge barn, there would be chicks appearing from all over; it was wonderful. Congratulations on saving Lazarus.

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    1. They are so resourceful given the freedom to be themselves aren't they?
      I see you have some new hens, they look really nice birds.

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  7. Just have to say chirpy chirpy chick,chick,chick,chick......................

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  8. Sounds good to me. Wouldn't it be lovely though if hens realised we had their best interests at heart?

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  9. Love that last picture. Love dogs and bloggy friends.

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    1. Good one isn't it? five happy beings all with love to spare..
      x

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