Two days - two chicks. I don't know what went wrong this time, but I found one of the little reds near death this morning when I went out to check on them just after daybreak. Things aren't looking so great for us as farmers.
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2 Comments:
Yikes, I read this post and your previous one. Not a good couple of days. I worked on farms growing up, raising everything from chickens to cattle. You're going to lose some, no way to avoid it. I just hope Winkin gets better.
Oh, honey, chicks just die spontaneously. Don't worry about. I'm forever killing my mom's chickens by accident. Even the full grown ones!
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