Yesterday I picked up the shavings for the bedding and came home to get things ready. I laid an inch of shavings at the bottom of the brooder, filled up the water + feed bowls and turned on the heat lamp to get things up to 95℉. The best laid plans of mice and men often have to be adjusted. So adjust we did up to the eleventh hour.
At 11hr30 I drove to H H Goode and Son. Would the order be in? I put my hand on the door handle to the feed store and even before turning it I heard the answer to my question as a loud wave of peeping reached me. What a sound! I walked in and saw a dozen chick boxes containing tiny, yellow, downy balls. I soon found our order. With glee I picked up the parcel and drove home with the heat cranked up to the maximum setting with the little ones peeping all the way.
Ours are not yellow, downy balls. Ours are rusty Rhode Island Red x Columbia, Black Sex Link and Plymouth Barred Rock. They are adorable. As I pulled them out of their carton, I gently dip their beaks in their drinking water to let them know that it's there. Immediately they understand and start drinking. And then I introduced the feed. And they also know what to do. Instinct.
|Rhode Island Red x Columbia Pullet|
|Plymouth Barred Rock Pullet|
|Black Sex Link Pullets|