What started as a single mom's simple desire for her kids to be away from the city and to be surrounded by more trees has turned into the drive to have a more self sufficient life-style
Mama hen was going after the little chick that had been soaked in the rotten egg after it hatched. I didn't know why so I snatched the poor thing up and brought it up stairs with me.
And we took a nap together
The widdle itty bitty chickie fell asleep
I was surprised that I was able to sleep for two hours with the chick on me. I was so worried about the dog jumping up to lick it or about me rolling over and smoothing it. I did have to adjust my arms and legs a few times and she'd wake up chirping, but I kept her warm and she'd fall back asleep with me.
I realized that she still smelled like rotten egg and I wondered if this was why the hen was attacking her. The only solution was to give her another bath to try to get the smell off.
I really don't think Faith likes more "babies" in the house
So after a few minutes of eating. It was bath time.
I don't think she was very happy
Under the heat lamp, the hen pecked once but it wasn't hard.
I moved a stuffed animal in with her since the hen wasn't interested in keeping her company
See her to the left next to the stuffed animal
She did fluff back up after a few minutes.
She smells better but still faintly like the rotten egg when she's up close to your nose
The hen seemed to be fine but an hour later when I went back down to get something, I saw her chasing the poor chick and pecking it. I snatched her up to safety, grabbed one of those little fuzz balls that you can see sleeping next to the stuffed animal, and brought the two of them upstairs into a box of their own.
Wednesday afternoon I came home to a nasty smell in the house. I thought maybe the hen had pooped again, but this was much much worse.
Be thankful that smells can't be shared over the internet.
I picked up the hen to see if she'd pooped and found a new chick and a rotten egg that had exploded.
All. Over. Everything.
The chick, all of the eggs, the bottom of the hen, everything was coated in rotten egg nastiness.
I put the chick under warm water from the faucet, twice, in an attempt to clean her off and then put her back with the hen (who has stopped pecking everyone) to keep her warm. She wasn't able to stand up and seemed dizzy every time I saw her.
She's obviously the one with matted feathers on the left
I cleaned out the box and that evening I used warm water to clean off all of the eggs. I've read that bad bacteria can go through the porous shells and infect the chicks inside. This was the nastiest smell I've ever dealt with and I was feeling nauseous the entire time.
Even once I got all of the eggs and box cleaned and new bedding, it still smelled like rotten egg, just more faintly.
The good news is that the rotten egg chick is doing better. She no longer seems dizzy, and although I think she needs another washing because her feathers are still slightly matted down, she's acting just like the other chicks now.
Tuesday afternoon an egg was pipping. This means that it had cracked a hole in the egg with its beak. Tuesday night, nothing had changed and I was a little worried.
Tuesday evening
I was worried that if I left it with the hen, and it hatched, she would peck it to death before I woke up in the morning since she'd already pecked at the first two chicks.
So Tuesday night I removed part of the shell, leaving the protective membrane. The membrane was very dry and there was a gap between the shell and the membrane so it came off easily. I had hoped that it would be easier for the chick to just tear through the membrane.
Wednesday morning, nothing had changed. So I broke off more of the shell and waited.
Wednesday morning
It was getting weaker, that was obvious, and it had only torn through the membrane a little more.
I read a lot online about how dangerous it was to help a chick out of the membrane, but I also read that if a chick wasn't out of the egg in 24 hours, it was a bad sign. I needed to leave for work and I wasn't willing to risk the chick dying in the egg while I was at work.
So I slowly and carefully helped it out of the membrane. It was pushing through, but it would need a little help now and then.
It finally made its appearance.
It was limping a bit that day, I think because part of the umbilical cord had been wrapped around its leg, but by the next day it was fitting in just fine with the others.
This morning as we were leaving for school and work I heard a very faint chirping. I moved Silkie Sue aside and pulled the egg out to put with the first chick and we watched. I was fairly impatient, or really worried about leaving late for work, so I helped the shell to peel off a little bit.