The newest member of our farm household arrived unexpectedly on my daily walk of the property with the dogs last week. Penny and Bagel were quickly closing in for the kill on something small and fast when I called them off with a few sharp words. There, in the middle of the road, was a recently hatched feral chicken running in circles. I looked around but there was no mother hen in sight.
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The chick would die that night if left on its own. I scooped up the hatchling and it quickly quieted down to a soft chirping in my hands. “Peeps” spent the first night in a shoe box with shredded paper for a bed and a heating pad under the box to replace the warmth of a mother hen.
The next morning when I uncovered Peeps, he began busily scratching in the small food bowl and made a constant happy peeping. I left him to fix some breakfast but as soon as he realized I was not there he launched into a very loud distress call. Peeps does not like being left alone, not for one minute, not for 30 seconds, not even for 10 seconds. I end up placing him on the kitchen counter in the shoe box so he can keep an eye on me while I fix breakfast. That seems to keep the volume to a soft chirping and contented scratching. I regret not following my advice to others considering getting a chick, “Never get just one, they don’t like being alone,” but it is too late, I already took him in.
In the afternoon I take Peeps out to the worm bin as a special treat. At first he squeaks shrilly at the sight of the many different bugs crawling around in the bin and he jumps back a little. But he quickly gains confidence and skill as instinct takes over and he enthusiastically hunts the critters.
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From hatching, Peeps instinctively knows how to do almost everything an adult chicken does.
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I am amazed at the quantity of bugs he eats. He even gets 3 good sized roaches and I am awed as he swallows the big bugs down his tiny mouth and throat. .
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I am surprised that the worms are not his top choice but instead he prefers the various beetles and earwigs.
Back inside the house I am curious how much this tiny creature weighs and I pull out the gram scale and place Peeps on it. A whopping 1 once after a big meal. All that tremendous noise out of a tiny 1 ounce fuzz ball!