Spring Chicks and March

On Monday a week ago, the chicks began hatching under their mom. I had moved her nest box to the floor a few days earlier and rigged up a careful system of adding a small lip to the edge of the nest to keep chicks in as they hatched and some 2x4s to make a ramp in case they fell out of the nest anyways and needed back in. As the chicks hatched, Mama Ukraine stayed on the nest and continued warming the unhatched eggs with fragile little chicks under her. For the first three days, the chicks don't need food or water as they are continuing to live off the yolk like they did while growing in their eggs. I provided small dishes of food and water in the nest box for both Mama Ukraine and the curious chicks.

By Thursday, the first-hatched chicks were ready to start exploring the greater world and Mama Ukraine had to follow. Seven chicks followed their mama out of the nest and around the hen house while 10 eggs remained in the box. I took the eggs to the darkest room in my house, changed the batteries in my brightest flashlight and looked through the shells to see where the unhatched chicks were at. 6 of the eggs were nowhere near hatching - either they hadn't developed, they had stopped developing, or they were just really far behind. 4 of the eggs didn't let any light through and I took that as a sign they were full of chick, ready to hatch. I warmed the eggs against my body (human temperature just so happens to be the right temperature for eggs) and within the hour, the first chick started pecking through the shell and peeping loudly. The little pip (pip being the word for first breaking through the shell) came with me to my EMT class so I could continue warming it and elicited strange looks during the quiet moments when a peep could clearly be heard - any time I bent over the pip yelled at me from inside the shell.

When I came home from class, Mama Ukraine and the rest of the chicks were back in their nest box sleeping for the night so the pipped egg went back under. In the morning, the egg was gone and an 8th fluffy chick was nestled under the mom. Still getting used to standing on two legs the littlest chick wasn't quite up to speed with its curious and adventurous siblings, so Tim babysat the chick with the heat of his computer fan and a little chick-sized blanket for the morning, then we returned the chick to its family where it is keeping up and thriving with the rest.

The orange-tinted chick on the right above and left below was the last chick to hatch, our indoor pip.

The clutch of chicks came out with a good range of color from silver and yellow and creamy white to black and grey and red. I look forward to seeing their adult colors.

We've been continuing to get about half a dozen eggs a day, which is far more than we're eating. The neighbors have been enjoying their eggs and we will be increasing our customer base for selling eggs, though we want to be sure to have plenty for all the company coming this month. Alisha will be leaving for a job in New York on Friday, the same day Tim's dad, Joe, and Roni come for the weekend. They leave on Monday and Tim's mom, Alice, arrives Tuesday, then his birth mom, Dawn witll come Friday for the weekend, then they will leave three days before my parents and great aunt and great uncle and swell uncle and cousin all come for Easter. Our house is ever full!