SO excited to come home and check on the baby chickens. I was pretty sure Momma was doing a good job, so I only let myself worry a bit.
I crouched down and took the video above. OMG so cute. So there were still just three chicks; two blue-laced red Wyandottes, and one lavender Orpington. Have I mentioned how cute they are?
The Orpington really fluffed up from the sad damp mess she was yesterday. She’s actually the biggest chick today. I put food and water out for the chicks, held out food for them, but they weren’t interested in either.
I allowed myself to pick up each chick, hold her (I hope), in the palm of my hand – so light I could not tell she was there – and then dunk her face in the chick waterer. It seemed cruel, but I wanted to make sure they understood where to get water.
Later I noticed Momma picking up random food pellets in the nest and grinding them in her mouth. The chicks would pick up little bits. I again tried to hand feed the chicks and this time Momma was paying attention and showed them how. I could tell she did it for them – not eating for herself, merely demonstrating that they should take this in their beaks. And so they did, no questions asked.
Watching the chicks stumble about the nest, I saw the copper black marans egg move:
It had a large crack across half the egg and clearly someone was working to get out. This takes (at least) 24 h. A couple of hours later the egg was still unhatched and, mustering all of my restraint, I did not investigate or ‘help’. I left it to The Kingdom. Maybe this is The Nature of Things, after all.