I am grateful beyond measure for last year’s wonderful and easy first experience in raising spring chicks. Yes, I had a bit of a blip with Princess Puny last year, but she soon recovered and is now a hearty girl who gives us an egg quite often every day. I had thought starting this year’s spring chicks would be equally as joyful and successful. Did I get a surprise!
This year’s effort at raising chicks has gone haywireflooey. I have lost one chick–she didn’t wander off, she died–and the two remaining chicks are sickly.
In short, I am staring failure dead in the face. My first response to this was to wail to my husband: “What did I do?” That was also my second and third response, and what I think I meant more than actually what did I do was, “Those stupid chicks, how dare they, and why is this so hard, poor me!”
Then I settled down and jerked myself up, so to speak. Self-pity and self-recrimination never helped anything. It does not change the fiasco, and my wailing was making my husband crazy.
The first decision was whether or not to keep the sick chicks, or get rid of them and start again with a fresh batch. I decided to keep the little sick chicks. They were, after all, stubbornly still alive. I decided to see what I could do with where we were, to learn what more I could about where I may have done wrong, and how to tend sick little chicks. I figure I’ll be strengthening compassion and patience, too (in me, not in them).
My husband’s response was: “They’ll either get better or die.”
I’ve decided to chronicle this journey and hopefully keep notes in order to help me in the future. The idea struck for having a blog just for the purpose of keeping track of my chicken adventures (since they are mounting), so I have started Gluten-free Nana and her Girls. If you want to follow along on the chicken adventures, pop on over.
I am asking myself: “How do I get myself into these things? I mean, really!”
7 thoughts on “Haywireflooey in Chickland”
Hey, if we succeeded in ALL that we do, we’d never learn the gift of success or the beauty of humility! Keep up the hard work and know your chicks deserve every bit of your love, no matter how short a time they get to experience it.
Oh, dear friend, you put into words exactly what I have and am learning! I am listening the the Still Small voice, enjoying loving, doing my best and leaving the rest to God. It is a beautiful journey.
We lost a baby chickie the other day as well, the boys didn’t understand it, but they are learning that it is part of raising them. We have four plucky little ones right now that are doing great those. Thinking warm thoughts for you and your chicks!
I think it is good for our grandson to experience even the deaths and the sicknesses of the chicks. He’s also been right there when I had to tend a chicken with injured legs and now these little chicks. I’m thrilled by how he jumps in to help. Better than thinking chicken comes from MacDonald’s. 🙂
It happens honey bear. I’ve lost one or two before. You can keep them, and I bet they’ll pull out of it. Hugs.~~Dee
Thank you, dear Dee. What occurred to me was that many new babies have weaknesses and nothing specific can be found, but we do our best to shore them up. I’m learning!
We got chickens this week, and I wrote about them. I lost one too. It is so sad when it happens.