What's it like to order
25 chicks from a hatchery? Well, first you wait, and wait, and
wait for the day when the postmistress finally calls you up and
announces that your flock has arrived. Then your honey carries
the cheeping box 'o chicks home, and you dump them into their brood box.
If your experience is
like ours, they will be a bit chilled, but spunky, ready to crowd under
the heat lamp, pushing against their neighbors to be the first to warm
up. Our box came with a "bonus" chick which was half the size and
had a tenth the vigor of his boxmates, and he kicked the bucket in the
first five minutes. On the other hand, the rest of the chicks
soon forgot their traumatic journey and settled in to do what chicks do
best --- eat, drink, poop, and be merry.
Then, in the midst of
his play, a chick's head will suddenly nod, and before you know it he's
lying prostrate on the ground. His siblings will jump on his
noggin, but he's so sound asleep that he doesn't even stir. If
you're a worrywart like me, you'll be terrified the chick has joined
his puny boxmate in the happy hunting grounds, but when you poke him,
he'll hop up and go back to the daily grind of pecking, peeping, and
scampering.
I have nothing to
compare these chicks to, so I don't know if all varieties are as quick
to peck and poke and search for food as our Dark
Cornishes. I
tossed in three worms to give them a taste of the wild side, and the
wrigglers quickly disappeared down chick gullets. I hope that's a
sign of good foraging habits to come.