We drove through deluge today to pick up our second chick for the year. That’s her up above, a Blue Laced Red Wyandotte. This isn’t a standard breed yet so chickens very different from each other can all be called Blue Laced Red Wyandotte.s Here’s a beautiful example of what they can be:
That’s a long way from the 1.10 oz fluff ball we brought home today:
Meanwhile our White Rock is a tiny bit bigger and showing nascent wing feathers:
At first Queenie (that’s the White Rock) was just a pill with Madison (the Wyandotte) because she hadn’t done any socializing since Wednesday. Madison wanted nothing more than to nap after the stress of the car ride. If you’ve checked into the web cam, you’ll have seen Queenie picking at Madison’s beak and feet. After another hour and more naps, they seem to be doing just fine.
Here she is, probably 4 days old and 1.25 oz already! Already she knows who I am and is quite fearless when I pick her up. Amazing when you stop to think I’m 1000s x as big as she is.
Here’s another attempt at a live cam. I was having problems with YouTube because the urls kept changing. Depending on your browser you may see auto-playing ads…sorry about that! This stream should have a stable address.
Live streaming video by Ustream
Since I’ve been planning on building a larger henhouse it’s possible to think about adding to our little flock. Our local feed store has a nifty spreadsheet showing which chicken breeds show up each day at their different locations. This year I’ve decided to add a White Rock and a Blue Lace Red Wyandotte. Today was White Rock day. They keep their chicks in trough feeders. Our new girl is at the end of the video on the right side.
I’m trying a live feed this year. It’ll go up and down as I try to find a good setup. The idea is that the new henhouse will have live cams installed. Right now, you’re probably more likely to see her sleeping than anything else. Meanwhile, if it’s up, please enjoy:
We barely started our trip before bad luck brought it to an abrupt halt. On the eve of Chinese New Year, we were dashing off to watch the fireworks show on the bay. Separated from each other by 10-15 feet at the most, Tom suddenly disappeared as I was entering the subway station. Much anxious back and forth to the last place I saw him, he was hidden from me by the throngs of people here for New Year’s. Our rule is if we lose each other for more than 15 minutes, it’s back to the hotel.