Soft and fluffy!!!

Just because it's a habit we developed, I do the morning feeding and watering of the animals and garden. Husband will close and lock up in the evening.  This seems to work well, and I don't have to lay in bed, panicked that I forgot to lock something, or the chicken house is open... Sigh. 

Husband had gone out on his evening rounds, and wanted to see the two chicks with Edgar.  Didn't see them in the open cage area I had set up.  Then he looked at the roost...

The babies are obviously big enough to follow Mom!  The other one must have been a bit chilly, it was under a wing, says Husband.

Will have to get some pictures of the Tanker Trio, they are growing a little faster, but are going to have a little catch up on the real world later, I just turned off their heat lamp today, (it's supposed to be 102*), and they screeched and ran around for quite a while!  Then they finally realized...

Nothing happened.

Chick letdown? 

A little bigger.

This is a picture I took of the Tanker Trio, yesterday.  They do NOT like the camera flash, and were not entirely sure about the camera itself! (Photo at bottom.)

The little black chick is completely healed, and will have a pronounced scar, but seems like it doesn't cause any problems.  I think when it gets feathers, rather than the "chick fuzz", it most likely won't even show, or at least not be glaring.

The other two are a yellow and white, like Edgar's babies.  So. I thought great, 5, that will be a nice replacement for the ones I've lost this season, (mostly due to old age), and that would be that.

And the Universe cracked up...

I couldn't find Salt. Oh, crud.  Did she get eaten? Run off? Why couldn't I find her?

I had just finished mowing, when Husband called my attention to a little spot behind the henhouse.  There sat Salt, just quietly glaring at us. 

Oh. She's setting. Okay, a few more is fine, I suppose.

I had a chance to count eggs when she went for a quick bite.

Am I rotten to really hope all 18 eggs do NOT hatch?  Yoiks...

Blog constipated, and chicks.

Tried to write a blog post, and I couldn't get Blogger to let me have the page to write on.  So, I will send it as an email and see how that works.  (It didn't, switched to "legacy", we shall see how THAT goes...)

At this point I have 5 chicks.  Edgar has two, and we have three we are calling the Tanker Trio, because she left the nest and wouldn't accept them.  Tanker because we are using our horse trough to keep them, until they can go out with the rest.

One of the chicks had damage to its neck. I wasn't sure it would make it, but I put ointment on it for a few days, and we kept an eye on all of them.  They were all pretty worn out and in rough shape, but seem to have come out of it fairly well. 

This is a picture of the quick care center we made up for them, a cake pan with cedar in it, in a fish tank.  Heat light overhead.  It was... Unique, but it worked.  Hopefully, I will have pictures with them a bit bigger soon.