With his belly full, he nestles down in my lap
closing his lone eye
and whistling sleepy little chicken tunes.
She (??) is exhausted after the effort it takes
to scoop up her food
and then struggle with drinking from the eye dropper;
We had another breakthrough!
If I fill up the utility sink
she not only has the cleanest chicken feet in town
but also is able to take her own drinks!
I just wrap her in a towel afterwards
and she's as happy as a . . . lark???
Well, I don't know exactly how happy she is
but she's pretty excited about her new drinking method.
As soon as I put her in the sink she knows exactly what to do.
I have to learn how long to keep her in so she doesn't drink too much.
Bird is about 4 months old now, still small for her age
but getting along pretty well considering her physical issues.
The new batch of chicks won't be suited for her,
none of them seem to have a sweet disposition.
My husband thinks most of them are roosters.
The hens will go to his boss for a new batch of layers.
Bird will just hang out with us.