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Check out these hot chicks!
... sorry, couldn't help myself.
This spring I ordered chicks through the feed store and I got a call yesterday that my chicks were in! They're Ameracaunas, the chickens that lay "colored" eggs (blue and green) -- well, not really purebred, more like mutt chickens with the colored egg trait. Chicks are hatched at nurseries and then shipped to their final destinations, since day-old chicks can go for a day or so without food or water. I wasn't sure if it would just be my 10 chicks in a box, but the feed store had a whole bin of them (they said they'd just gotten six dozen Ameracaunas in) and so they picked out 10 active, healthy chicks in various colors for me.
I grew up on a farm, but our little backyard flock always brooded their own chicks, so I've never raised chicks before, and I think I was half-afraid that they'd all drop dead immediately. But it's been 24 hours since I brought them home and they seem to like their new digs, so ... here they are!
The picture quality is terrible, I'm afraid, because their brooder is on the garage floor with a heat lamp above it. Also, I didn't want to crowd them too much, since they're still a bit stressed from all the upheavals over the last day or two. Which is, admittedly, the only day or two they've been alive. I still can't get over how active they are. I guess I was expecting them to be a little more passive, but they're in constant motion and the Internet says that they'll let me know if they're too cold or too hot by peeping loudly. Which they haven't been, just making little twittering noises, but I heard the loud peeps when they were stuffed into a cardboard box to be transported home, so I know they can do it. I guess they must be happy.


I made the brooder out of (yes, really) an old WWII ammo box. Actually ... if you watched Sanctuary the other night? The box that the autotype was buried in? The chicks are in a box just like that. *g* With a hundred-watt bulb and some random wire mesh that we had laying around. Actually, it's all stuff that we had laying around, which is why it looks like a heap of junk. I used metal items because I was a little bit worried about causing a fire hazard, but that was when I still expected to use a 250-watt heat lamp rather than just the 100-watt bulb, which turned out to be plenty. Newly hatched baby chicks are supposed to be kept at 95 degrees and I wasn't sure if it would be enough. Turns out it's overkill for such a small space. I had to raise it a bit to keep from being too hot underneath.
One more with the mesh off:

Husband commented when he saw them that he wasn't expecting them to look so much like Marshmallow Peeps - just the same shape and size. "I guess they're true to life, then."
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This spring I ordered chicks through the feed store and I got a call yesterday that my chicks were in! They're Ameracaunas, the chickens that lay "colored" eggs (blue and green) -- well, not really purebred, more like mutt chickens with the colored egg trait. Chicks are hatched at nurseries and then shipped to their final destinations, since day-old chicks can go for a day or so without food or water. I wasn't sure if it would just be my 10 chicks in a box, but the feed store had a whole bin of them (they said they'd just gotten six dozen Ameracaunas in) and so they picked out 10 active, healthy chicks in various colors for me.
I grew up on a farm, but our little backyard flock always brooded their own chicks, so I've never raised chicks before, and I think I was half-afraid that they'd all drop dead immediately. But it's been 24 hours since I brought them home and they seem to like their new digs, so ... here they are!
The picture quality is terrible, I'm afraid, because their brooder is on the garage floor with a heat lamp above it. Also, I didn't want to crowd them too much, since they're still a bit stressed from all the upheavals over the last day or two. Which is, admittedly, the only day or two they've been alive. I still can't get over how active they are. I guess I was expecting them to be a little more passive, but they're in constant motion and the Internet says that they'll let me know if they're too cold or too hot by peeping loudly. Which they haven't been, just making little twittering noises, but I heard the loud peeps when they were stuffed into a cardboard box to be transported home, so I know they can do it. I guess they must be happy.


I made the brooder out of (yes, really) an old WWII ammo box. Actually ... if you watched Sanctuary the other night? The box that the autotype was buried in? The chicks are in a box just like that. *g* With a hundred-watt bulb and some random wire mesh that we had laying around. Actually, it's all stuff that we had laying around, which is why it looks like a heap of junk. I used metal items because I was a little bit worried about causing a fire hazard, but that was when I still expected to use a 250-watt heat lamp rather than just the 100-watt bulb, which turned out to be plenty. Newly hatched baby chicks are supposed to be kept at 95 degrees and I wasn't sure if it would be enough. Turns out it's overkill for such a small space. I had to raise it a bit to keep from being too hot underneath.
One more with the mesh off:

Husband commented when he saw them that he wasn't expecting them to look so much like Marshmallow Peeps - just the same shape and size. "I guess they're true to life, then."
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Your little brown-striped chicks look a lot like our Bantaams did when they were chicks, only slightly bigger.
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A lot of Internet sites suggested a Rubbermaid container. I went with the ammo box because I was worried about the fire hazard, but now that I've seen that there really isn't much danger with such a small lightbulb, I might try something like that (or just a large cardboard box) when I need to upgrade them to something bigger.
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Hmmm, do you know if they're hens or roosters yet? Can you sex chicks at all?
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Supposedly they're all hens (they were sexed at the hatchery). But it's hard to tell with chicks, so apparently a rooster or two can slip in.
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(I pretty much anticipate that my future will involve owning chickens somehow.)
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I've been really enjoying our chickens. Technically I only keep them for the eggs, but they're awfully amusing as well -- not quite pets, but fun to watch.
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That is my rambling way of saying that I'm very envious of your new friends, and I hope you enjoy their company!
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I can't believe how much fun I'm having watching them. I mean, all they're doing is running around eating, peeping and pooping. But it's SO ENTERTAINING.
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<3
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I'm not going to ask where you got a WWII ammo box from... no, actaully, I am! Where did you get a WWII ammo box from?!! *g*
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And my husband is kind of a junk collector. Most likely he got it at a junk auction (he buys quite a bit of random stuff in big lots) or picked it up from the scrap metal bins at the transfer site. (We're kind of rural and we don't use a trash collection service; instead our part of the highway is served by a big fenced area with a lot of dumpsters/skips, including one for metal objects, and people are just as likely to haul stuff away as to drop it off!)
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Oh, and as long as you use b/w newspaper (as opposed to 4-color) you can throw the soiled paper right into your compost pile. Chicken manure is great fertilizer once it's composted, and the newspaper should break down about as fast as the poo.
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And I hadn't thought about composting the newspaper; that's an excellent idea! I'm about to switch them to sawdust bedding, but they're still kind of ... eating it a lot, so I switched back to newspapers temporarily until they figure out that not everything lying on the ground is food.