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Chickens Stories from Our Nest

An Irish Treat

Cabbage on St. Patrick’s Day


Despite all that has been going on in the brooder with Dolly and the seven new baby chick, the rest of the flock has still been getting lots of attention.  Yesterday, was their first St. Patrick’s Day!  I could not resist giving them their own St. Patty’s Day treat of cabbage!  I tore up half of the cabbage and scattered it on the ground in the run.  This would ensure that even those at the bottom of the pecking order would get to have a treat.  The rest I placed in the treat ball.  Tilly loves to dodge at the swinging treat ball after it gets pecked by one of the girls.  They have so much fun together!

Here is the flock enjoying the treat ball and the cabbage that was all over the run.  The girls and Chocolate had so much fun!  In the meantime, Dolly is finding that the chicks are becoming more independent.  Afterall, Egg number 3 is now 1 week old!  The older chicks are started to develop wing feathers.

I am also finding that they do not seek shelter under Dolly as much as they used to.  Yesterday, they were all snoozing together in front of the heat lamp.  They were sheltered by the heat lamp on one side and Dolly on the other creating a fluffy patchwork quilt of chicks.  They are thriving, eating and drinking like crazy!  I don’t remember my original girls from the hatchery last Spring eating this much.  It seems like Dolly is constantly suggesting to them that they eat.  She pecks at the chick food with much enthusiasm.  She even takes tiny bits and gives them to some of the chicks individually.  She is doing a great job.

Percy Peeper is also hanging in there.  The toes on its’ right feet are straightening and hopefully on Monday, I will be able to take off the brace and start some chick physical therapy.  I might just need to call my friend who is a therapist to help!

Eating as usual with Mama Dolly

Chickens Stories from Our Nest


It feels like I didn’t sleep a wink last night.  I tossed and turned about poor Number 8.  Yesterday, shortly after my post, I went to check on everyone in the brooder.  In the middle of the brooder, I found the hobble splint but no Number 8.  All of the chicks were napping under Dolly.  I removed Number 8 and quickly discovered that the back of it’s knee was bleeding on the bad leg.  I can only assume that maybe it was pecked while the hobble was removed by the chickens.  I also noticed that the bone was poking through the skin.  I did not replace the hobble.  I put some Neosporin on the wound and returned Number 8 under Dolly.

Sitting in my daughter’s hands

Yesterday afternoon, I called the vet and made an appointment for this morning, but I actually called this morning and cancelled it.  Number 8 this morning looks much improved and seems stronger.  Still hobbling around, it is eating and drinking and in the middle of all of the other chicks.  The wound is now scabbed over with no obvious signs of infections or visible bone.  As for the foot, it seems a little worse.


You can see my foot with it’s brace

Number 8 has been holding the leg up while resting.  Perhaps because it hurts from the wound.  I am not sure.  The outer toes were curling under the foot a little. So, I took a bandaid and splinted the foot.  If Number 8 is going to ever walk normally, the foot needs to remain functional.  I think that I will try the hobble splint once more early next week. I also posted to Backyard Chickens my concerns with Number 8.  I had some very positive and nice advice.  People say that Number 8 can lead a normal life, even laying eggs if it is a girl, despite having a handicap.  For now, I am taking Number 8 under my wing at Tilly’s Nest.  If Number 8 does survive and turns out to be a female, she will live a very spoiled and pampered life remaining with us despite where her siblings are rehomed.  Number 8 is also the first chick with a real name. The kids have named Number 8 “Peeper”.  Peeper because the poor thing is really loud when I have to bring it in the house for medical attention. I have decided to name Number 8 “Perserverance” or “Percy” for short…Percy Peeper! I cannot think of a name more fitting that that!

I felt so safe and warm, I feel asleep.