Happy Harvest Blog
Where there's life, there's cheeps.
This morning on chicken breakfast rounds, I discovered tragedy in the broody box. A chick! But it was spilled out in a corner of the box, belly up, wings and legs splayed out, eyes closed, beak open. Very bad. It was still alive, barely, and I stuffed it back under her, immediately. Its legs stuck out straight. A minute later, after tidying up, I rearranged the chick to tuck the legs in. Its eyes were still closed and beak open, gasping. This is usually the sign of imminent death.
Instagram.
I may not make a blog post every day, but at least I Insta.
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