An amazing - from tragedy to triumph - chicken story!
As I posted earlier, I don't keep the chicks once they're grown up. I keep them until they're almost full size to full sized, then I sell them. When I went to the Denver Urban Homesteader swap on the 5th, I had purchased 5 "white rocks" for $20. I kept them until yesterday. I sold 4 of them plus my last feathered buff Orpington for $15/ea, so made a tidy profit there. Also sold my last silkies (I think this will be the last year I do silkies as not many people want pet chickens, they want eggers). So I was kinda busy yesterday afternoon after I got off work to do chickens. After I sold the chickens, I moved the 6 white orpingtons from the bunny hutch inside the house to the bunny hutch OUTSIDE the house. They're 3/4th feathered, so it's time for them to get prepared for outside (plus it's so nice right now.. but starting tonight/tomorrow it's gonna be bleh as far as weather). So I opened the hutch, put the babies I was moving (6 white Orpingtons & 1 Black sex link) into a bucket and moved them outside. Was doing that, then got prepared to go dig up a couple of pine trees that was being given away on Craigslist. Went to that guy's house, dug up the 2 trees (1 smaller, only about 6', the other a huge 12-14'), brought them home, planted them (have to replant the one again as the wind knocked it down), then went to pick up DH from work (he's at the train station waiting on me). One of my cats goes into a closet & won't get out, so I'm getting irritated about that, plus have to do another craigslist on my way to dinner to pick up an ancient phone for my father because he refuses to use anything modern. Get dinner (chicken wings, natch), then go to Home Depot to get some plastic fencing to prevent the dogs from digging up the new trees. That HD didn't have the fencing, so went to another HD.. they had it. Finally got home at about 9pm. Was checking my email and decided to clean the kitty litters as I usually do that in the afternoon, but didn't because I was busy with chickens & trees & Craigslist & everything else.
And saw that the bunny hutch was STILL open.
There WERE 8 chicks in there: 4 buff Orpingtons, 4 light Brahmas. Now there were only 3. 2 Buffs, 1 brahma. Omg. OMG OMG OMG. Crap. I *really* screwed up. I have a houseful of cats.. let's just say I'm in double-digits, and leave it at that. Everyone has claws. And, well, they're cats. And these are chicks.
So I run downstairs as, most of the time, when the cats have a new toy, they take it down into the den/bedroom to play with. I'm expecting to find feet & wings & heads & feathers & a huge mess EVERYWHERE. However, not a feather to be found? So I look under the bed, under the couch, under everything. Nada. I have cats following me everywhere.. whatcha doing? I inspect the cats for tell-tale signs of chick murder: feathers stuck to their collars, blood on the chin. Let's be honest.. these are cats! And these are little cute fuzzy helpless chicks! But, not a sign anywhere of imminent chick death. So where are they?
I go back upstairs into the room (I call it my craft room) where the bunny hutch is. No, there's only 3 chicks in the hutch. I can count to 3 really well. So I start moving everything around, looking behind the hutch, under the cat chair that's in there, everywhere. Then, lo & behold? behind the door, under one of the big floor fans I have, is 3 little chicks all snuggled down for sleep. Simply stunned, I called DH over. He comes over & can't believe what he sees. There's the 3 missing light Brahmas, all in a pile! I pick each one up, no feathers/down messed up, no blood, nothing. Cranky because I woke them up, but who cares! I quickly put them into the hutch & make sure that it's 100% sealed. Now I'm just missing 2 chicks.. 2 buff Orpingtons. I've torn the house apart and cannot find them anywhere. Depressed because I like Orps, take a shower & go to bed. It's now about 11:45pm.
Lay there in bed, try to get comfy. Depressed about missing chicks. My own fault. I did it. I'm a chicken murderer. Cats are just being cats. That's what cats do. I can't blame them, I can only blame myself.
Just as I'm drifting off to sleep, along with DH, I hear a chick chirp. ???? No way. I must be dreaming. But I sit straight up as does he. No, I'm not dreaming, there's a chick in here somewhere! But where? I already moved everything around... so I get outta bed & start inspecting under the bed, behind the dressers. No more chirps. But I know I wasn't dreaming because DH heard it too! But where is it? I can't see under the dressers well because it's dark, so he volunteers to go upstairs & get me a flashlight. We have a big flashlight downstairs, but I think the battery's dead. So, I pick it up.. and there's the chick!! Behind the flashlight, hidden between it & the nightstand! Holy guacamole! Tons of kitties, and there's a chick? Reason for her to chirp is because she's getting cold (we keep the bedroom chilly.. like around 65degs). I hold her close, and inspect her. Yea, she's hurt. Got some skin damage on her neck, the base of her tail, and some pin feathers on her left wing were broken. There's a little bit of blood here & there... don't like the missing skin on her neck. But she's alive! Wow! So many kitties.. but cat spit is toxic to birds. I know. I've lost many a canary that way. So, I put her in with the Chicken McNuggets in the tote in the spare room under the heat lamp & hope for the best. She's gonna be dead in the morning.. cat spit is toxic to birds and I never found the corpse or pieces of the last Orpington.
Got up this morning, went to check on the Nuggets (the silkie passed away, but the cochins are OK... the silkie was not a strong baby & had a nasty eye infect that would not clear up). And, the middle of the food thing, is the Orpington! Running around, cheeping, being just fine! Holy mackeral Batman.. catspit is toxic to birds! Well, I guess we don't tell THIS Orpington, now do we?
Got dressed, went upstairs to put on shoes. The huge pine tree I planted last night (not well) fell over (winds are bad with the storm we've got brewing right now), so getting shoes on to go outside & replant the tree. Heard a chirp. Nothing uncommon, hear chirps all the time because I've got babies in the craft room which is adjacent to the living room. But this chirp wasn't from the bunny hutch in the craft room.. it was coming from here in the living room! I look over to my 8'x4' bookshelf where all my movies are and there's Odin staring down at something. Hope wells up within me, so I dive down between what he's watching (not playing with, just looking at) and, amazingly, there's the last chick! It's been like a damned Easter Egg hunt in the house, but with live chicks and tons of cats! A few feathers on her head are wet from where the cat was LICKING the chicken (???), but no damage done at ALL! So all chicks are present & accounted for, plus hardly any injuries at all! 8 out of 8!
From Tragedy to Triumph!