The New Chicks Are Thriving
The white chicks are like the 6th or 7th children compared to the firstborn- they don’t get as much attention, and it’s harder to keep track of them. How many of them are there, even?
These chicks happen to be giving star chick performances, though, and/or the white hen has upped her mom game.
Just when I had my theory all firmed up, that chicks have a developmental stage, much like babies and peekaboo, when they grasp that just because they can’t see mom, it does not mean she has ceased to exist. Which if you think about it must be one of life’s epiphanies of the largest order of magnitude, but we’re too young to remember.
Anyways, that dawn of realization seems to happen in chicks around a week-ten days, which means a few days of morning and evening chick rescue in the interim until they can comprehend corners. She’s GONE! AllislostWe’regoingtoDIEEEEE! … Oh, there she is.
With this pair of chicks, I’ve only had to crawl under the coop once- once! to stuff abandoned chicks upstairs after mom’s gone to bed without them. Likewise, only once had to shoo a chick out of the coop after mom left for breakfast without her young keeping up.
I worried a bit about the reaction of the teenagers to the tiny and vulnerable, but the small chicks (SO tiny) are all up in the mix, scampering and flitting like water bugs, no problems.