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Day 11!!

Today we had a very dramatic moment during the photo shoot. Elsa, our numskull cat, climbed into the chick brooder while we were taking photos. Fortunately, Elsa is inadequate at everything she tries to do and she caused no damage to the chickees. She has been a little too interested in them since the first day they arrived (see below), and I have caught her actually sitting on the wire mesh lid of the brooder staring at the chicks. If that were me, I would have already planned out how I was going to eat each delectable chick morsel. But Elsa, the world’s most gloriously incompetent cat, only got a free trip to the backyard.

Jimmy Rabies is a bit more of a go-getter, but he spends most of his time hunting things outdoors so the domestic chicks are, frankly, not very interesting to him. He almost yawns when he watches them. (see below)

Daily Weigh-In:
Pepper 2 and 1/4
Ramona 2 and 3/8
Lenora 2 and 3/4
Cry-Baby 2 and 5/8
Hatchet-Face 1 and 1/4
Everyone gained 1/8 oz !!! Even Hatchet-Face! I guess that is a good rate of growth for baby chicks (I have no idea. I was not a 4H kid or anything.)

Hatchet-face is hanging tough. She’s still in isolation, but she seems a little more lively. You can tell she’s under the weather, and she’s looking a little rough with the vitamins all over her face. Here’s her Day 11 Best Shot:

Pepper Walker!

I have no idea if this is normal for chickens, but ours like to recline in Krista’s palm. Pepper likes it most of all. She looks like a little penguin in a beach chair when she does this, and she will sit there pretty much forever.

Today Lenora learned to fly to the top of the watering jar. She’s the most advanced flyer so far. She probably always will be. We plan to clip her wings when they become free-rangers. She doesn’t know that yet. No need to crush her dreams this early.

Ramona is having trouble staying still for her daily photos, so she perched on my hand. Yesterday I tried to get her to perch on my finger like this but she couldn’t do it. Her coordination and balance just weren’t there. Today, she did it! I was so surprised and amazed at her new skill. I think she was pleased, too.

And last but never, ever least, Cry-baby Walker. She was just grooming her feathers, but I imagine this pose as a formal bow. If she was doing yoga, this would be her uttanasana.


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Day 10!

First order of business, there are SO many photos of these chicks. I recommend that you check out Krista’s set of chick photos if you find yourself wanting more or missing them between blog updates. I review the chick set a few times a day to cleanse my soul of the ugliness of the world.

Day 10!! They are growing so fast and turning into such BIRDS right before our eyes. They are eating a lot. I filled their feeder as I normally would when I got home from work, and I had to re-fill it before bed! Two words: Oink. Oink.

Today’s weigh-in:
Pepper 2 and 1/8
Ramona 2 and 1/4
Lenora 2 and 5/8
Cry-Baby 2 and 1/2
Hatchet-Face 1 and 1/8
Everyone gained weight, except Hatchet.

Lenora Frigid. Don’t you think her name should be in cursive? She is such a graceful, lovely bird. It is hard to believe that her breed is the number one breed used for large-scale commercial egg production in the United States. (seriously) Her favorite thing is to stretch and flap her wings, so I really can’t imagine her in a 12″x12″ cage.

Lenora made a strong statement about how she was “completely done” with this photo shoot.

Ramona Rickettes is constantly in motion.

You know what makes a perfect prop for chicken photo shoots? A vintage salt and pepper shaker collection. Thankfully we don’t actually eat salt and pepper out of these. This is titled, “A Stately Bird.”

Cry-Baby Walker still has very little interest in me beyond my role as treat-provider and fresh-water-fetcher, but her lovely peach-colored feathers are captivating.

Also. This.

Pepper Walker posed with a swan salt shaker. She was genuinely puzzled by this. It was like that scene from Drop Dead Gorgeous:
“Who are you?!” Oh Mary, you kill me. She always says that. It’s a little game we play. Every week – same dippy little look on her face. “Who are you – who are you?” Just like that. It’s me – Your Friend, The Ceramic Swan!

Pepper was kind enough to show off her wings today. Lovely, no?

Hatchet-face nearly slept through her photo shoot. Her face is filthy because she got a nice dose of vitamin booster. Maybe the vitamins will be her pick-me-up, and some day we will show her these photos and laugh together, “Remember when you were sick and we were soooo worried?” And she will say, “Ba-Gock!!” Fingers Crossed. Hatchet, everyone’s rooting for you!


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Day 9!

We started weighing the chooks today. I kind of wish we had started weighing them at the beginning like a science fair project, but we are using the relative weights of the birds mostly to measure the progress (or lack there of) of sweet, sickly Hatchet-face who is now in isolation in her own little box, with her own food and water and special vitamin booster regime. We appreciate your kind words and well wishes for her speedy recovery, and an extra THANK YOU!! to everyone who offered/lent food, watering devices, advice, feeders and medicine in the interest of her best possible care. I read all of your messages to her and she was very glad for the encouragement. And we are glad for it too. It is comforting to feel less alone in our sadness and worry for a tiny, 9-day-old chick.

In any case, here is the result of their Day 9 weigh-in:
Pepper 2 ounces
Ramona 2 ounces
Lenora 2 and 3/8 ounces
Cry-Baby 2 and 1/4 ounces
Hatchet-Face 1 and 1/4 ounces
So, you can see our concern for drowsy little Hatchet is warranted.

Without further ado, let’s catch up on the photos.


Here’s Ramona’s Best Shot

Lenora Frigid

Pepper Walker, who has been so cooperative this week

And little Hatchet-face, doing her best Big Bird impersonation

No bonus shots today. The photographer is switching her awake hours for work and had little time or tolerance for hi-jinx during this shoot.

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Day 8!: All is not well in the world of the peepers.

Our precious Hatchet-face is struggling to hang on. I admit I got a little sad about it and skipped a day of chick-blogging. But that’s not fair, is it? Life is a delicate thing. She’s listless and drowsy. She peeps nearly constantly if we are not holding her. She tries to eat and drink, but doesn’t seem to be very successful at either. She’s much smaller than her sisters; she weighs 1.25 ounces, while everyone else is weighing in over 2 oz. She sleeps too much. She’s far too docile and cooperative for a week-old chick. Suffice to say, we’re trying to be practical and realistic about her future, but it’s difficult when she is so sweet and innocent. We have all suffered the loss of a beloved pet, but this is a sore moment. It’s hard to tell what is wrong with chicks. She doesn’t have pasty butt. We treated them all for cocci the first day she seemed listless. She is isolated with special food and medicated water with boosters in it. Her keep-on-keeping-on-ness is our greatest hope right now. If you have any “healthy chick” spells, pls cast them in her direction. If you’re a chicken expert, leave some advice.

Here is Hatchet’s day 8 photo:

Pepper Walker

Crybaby Walker

Lenora Frigid

Ramona Rickettes

Bonus shot: Hatchet, Pepper & Ramona in a classic “Ain’t Nobody Here But Us Chickens” pose


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