Maybe it's mother hearing, but I can hear cheeping from the guest room, which is where I installed four New Hampshire Red pullet chicks this morning. (I'd show you pictures, but they are really hard to photograph. Either that, or I'm a crap photographer, which I expect is really the case). Speaking of crap, boy, do they crap a lot! I am already seeing a couple of pasty butts, but I don't want to do anything about it until tomorrow when I clean their brooder. Since they were born (okay, hatched then) Monday, and delivered and placed in their tub at the store today, then scooped up and put in a dark box (again) and then scooped out of the box into the brooder today, I figured that they've endured enough for their first three days. Poor things.
I've decided to go with the newspaper liner, pine shaving filling, paper towel top because it's supposed to be the easiest on their little legs. I've just found another good reason to do it. Since I definitely heard cheeping, I went to check on them. Boy, do they crap a lot! So since I won't be changing their bedding until tomorrow, when I will also attack (gently!) pasty butts, I slipped another few sheets of paper toweling under them but over the mess they made. Piece of cake. (Or pie, in my case. I'm a pie maker, not a cake baker.)
I'm a little concerned about the pasty butt care tomorrow. As with the bees, I don't want to over handle the little dears. Funny I should be talking about them as little dears when at the end of their laying life, they are to be turned into stock and fricassee. I told Steve this evening maybe I should do the rabbits sooner than later so that I'd be used to offing animals by the time their turn rolled around. Hard to think about that now when I'm feeling somewhat maternal.
Hope I get over that.