A week or two ago we experienced a traumatic event in our household.
We lost four of our chicks due to a very, VERY sad human error.
Resulting in 2 survivors.
I haven't bawled my face off like that in a looooooong time. Yes. Over chickens. Regardless of animal type, they were just poor innocent babies.
Top one here is a golden seabright bantam that goes by the name of Drumstick. And has severe, seriously severe separation anxiety as a result of the event we now refer to as the 'chicktastrophe'. It will not stop the squawk if you know what I mean.
Below is the miracle bird that came back from the dead - Doodle. The one is a birchen cochen. Sweet, fluffy little thing. Probably because it was dead for a bit.