Poor Little Chick.
I had been tending the garden and
working on my Buck a Block quilt squares
not paying any attention
to the little guys.
When I went downstairs to answer the phone
there she was-- bloody, pecked
but not to death!
I picked up the little one and held her, keeping her warm and safe
until my husband came home.
"We have to find another tub for her or they will kill her!" I cried.
I said I would have to sit up all night holding her.
He scrounged up something temporary.
Not because I threatened, it would be ok with him if I stayed up all night.
He says these things happen.
I know they do, but she's such a cute little chick!
Today he got them a new home, a bigger home.
I guess it pays to be a cute chick.
Now they are not pecking at each other, at least not yet.
I got them some big rocks to jump on so they won't get bored.
I don't know what other "toys" they might like.
I hope the coop move will go OK, we've lost them before to the bigger ones.
He's going to have to rig something up to keep them separate for awhile.
I know they may be dinner in a few months, but for now they are happy.