It didn’t take long for them to figure out how to run amok under the heat lamp, toss food in the water, trample each other, and all the other day-old chickie kind of fun.
One little Buffy was nearly dead when we opened the shipping box. Sometimes they get chilled, and sometimes they just have issues. With some rest and electrolytes, she was doing slightly better, but she still might not make it. (She’s the floppy-looking one on the right.) At least one of her sisters came over to cuddle with her. Stay tuned for an update, and more about the breeds we chose and why we chose them.