[Pecky & Ella above, with Amanda & Mark]
Our ex-neighbors did attain Amanda’s goal of having some chickens. Mark got a dozen fertile eggs from a friend, and they incubated them with a warmer. They hatched a day earlier than they were supposed to . . . . Amanda could hear them peeping inside the shells, so she loaded them in a plastic bin with a rigged-up lightbulb warmer and took them on a business trip with her. They ended up hatching in a Hampton Inn somewhere.
The warmer was insufficiently warm, so they didn’t dry off as quickly as they ought to have. Luckily, Amanda had brought a hair dryer on her trip . . . Did you know that it’s not only possible to blow-dry a chicken, but that they also LIKE it (the warmth)? I didn’t, either. Sorry there are no pix of the tiny chicks being blow-dried.
The three more recent additions to the family [below] have not, to my knowledge, been blow-dried. They were bought day-old, and guaranteed to all be girls.
Here are Plymouth Barred Rock pullets, posing outside their little coop, under their picture.