Quite by surprise, we are chick-sitting for the next 5 days. And loving it! Her name is Chloe and she is about a week old and boy is she cute (by the way, the sex is not confirmed, for all we know this could be a rooster called Chloe, lol). We have had her for less than a day and she has grown in that time, I am sure of it. I had to do a quick internet cram session last night on how to care for little chicks as this all came about very last minute.
Our cousin's little girl brought her home from kindy yesterday, but they had already planned to go away on holiday so asked if we could care for her in the meantime. Don't get me started on how little information the kindy armed them with for looking after a baby chicken. I was petrified last night because we didn't have a heat lamp to keep her all toasty warm. I didn't sleep that well last night - if she was chirping I thought she was cold and when she wasn't I was worried she had died from cold. We have kept her in the downstairs bathroom with the heat lamps from the exhaust fan on and a hot water bottle and it seems to be keeping nice and warm in there.
We even went outside for a little play whilst we changed her litter. One of our cats Bella is quite amused with this new addition. Don't worry I kept her in my sight at all times, no chicken dinner for you Bella. This little chick is becoming quite attached to me, she has little happy chirps when she sees me but then when I leave the room she chirps at top of her little birdy lungs. Oh dear I think, she thinks I'm her mummy. Appropriate considering my dad has always called me Chooks. When she gets big she is going to live on acreage with other chickens.
Images: Olive & Joy