As I wasn't going to throw good money after bad and buy more eggs, I took the decision to not get any more eggs for the incubator. I will wait until I have a broody hen and increase the flock that way. But that is for next year.
Shortly after my second incubator failure, there was an add on a Facebook poultry group I belong to for day old chicks. Just the balm I need to soothe me after incubator failures. I bought ten chicks and picked them up yesterday after work.
|A box of 10 day old chicks|
|Light Sussex (not my photo)|
|lining up for breakfast|
|an indignant Snowball|
|Snowball, the Hammer of Bismarck|
Snowball had to be tough. We lived on the edge of town where there were coyotes on the ground and owls in the air. He had to protect his flock - which consisted of two skittish hens named Phoebe and Alice.
Back here in SW Scotland. I have managed to keep the chicks alive for an entire day. The chicks are small and vulnerable with many enemies. Anything could eat them. They have no natural defenses. It is my job to keep them safe, warm and fed until they can fend for themselves. It has been noted that they are already a little bit faster and brighter today than they were yesterday, so three cheers to me.