Remember me talking about the chick that Mike was caring for that couldn’t walk? And we thought he did a good thing and saved its life? Well sadly, it succumbed during the night. It was still doing well yesterday, a bit more wobbly than the day before but still drinking if Mike held it to the waterer and would eat when he placed it by the feeder.
I call these roasting birds pigs with feathers. They have only one thing in mind and that is to eat. And eat before any other bird can get to it. They are voracious eaters. They attack the filled feeder as I put it down before I can get it to the ground. They step on each other to get more feed. For some reason, they aren’t smart enough to stay in one spot to eat. They MUST move to where another chicken is eating. They walk over each other. The one being walked on squawks. The one walking doesn’t care, it just wants to get back to the feed. They lay on one another. It’s a flurry of bullishness, carelessness and selfishness. It’s nasty business.
Then of course with all that eating there is poop. A lot of poop. I mean, a lot. Very poopy birds. We have to move the chicken tractor to a clean area twice a day or they would look brown instead of white. When we closed up the top flap of the tractor last night, Mike noticed that all the chickens were sleeping in the back of the tractor. That’s where we found the dead chick this morning. Mike said he thinks it got layed on and suffocated because it couldn’t move well. We’re sorry little chick. We had hoped you would make it. We tried. This is one of the sad things that happens on the homestead. We don’t like it but we understand.
1 Corinthians 15:21
For since by man [came] death, by Man also [came] the resurrection of the dead.
~ Paul, Apostle
