Brent and James took Abbey to the Elton John concert. They said it was fantastic!.
I was hoping for a little rooster which we were going to name Elton. Abbey chose the name and dont yea just think it is perfect for a little araucana rooster.
The raising of the eggs has not been a success. The old girl sat and cared for the 9 eggs for 3 weeks so we were all very hopeful.
Last weekend 2 eggs just disappeared. Brent looked for clues of rats or ferrets nothing. So quite a mystery.
The poor old foster mum got badly dealt to by one of the other hens and she lost most of her comb very traumatic to witness! One sure can understand where the term hen pecked comes from.
Saturday the eggs began hatching. Three chicks died, The foster mum took two chicks out for a walk and the little grey chick was doing really well but wibbly wobbly and the black one seemed to be thriving. Two eggs had gone cold.
Brent and James transferred the foster mum and chicks to a pen of their own (in hindsight we should maybe of done this sooner??). At this stage the little grey chick was weak - we did witness the mother hen just sit on the chicks no matter what position the chicks were in. It is the first time the mumma hen has ever raised any chicks.
I don't want to look this morning in the nest.... but hope the two chicks left are still there and wouldn't it be wonderful if the other two eggs hatch.