I have two new baby gamechicks!
Though under rather sad circumstances. These two little babies are siblings: the only survivors of a large clutch that was attack by some critter during the night...maybe a fox, or a coon. Their Momma was killed too.
They were my grandparents' birds, and my grandma and grandpa decided to let me take the two chicks to take care of. I love baby chicks, and was very pleased: though I am sad about the Momma and all her other little 'uns.
I named the two little birds Shawn, and Gus. named after the two main fellas from Psych, which is one of my new favorite shows. *Alien!*
They are still just babies, and are quite young still. They don't have many feathers, and still have those splayed legs that mean they haven't been walking real long. I've gotten them drinking, though they haven't really started eating yet: but they'll get there, I'm sure. Shawn and Gus have a box and brood-light in my bedroom. They must keep warm, of course.
I've been holding them often today, and now and then I'd need to use both hands. So I'd move them around a little: and they'd squirm, and cheep. Not real happy to be woken up. So then, being the total genius I am: I put them in my bra.
Took care of that problem. It actually worked pretty good. I mean, they were warm, I had both hands, and they could sleep. No big deal.
Mom thought it was pretty funny. She took some pictures, and I figured it would make a--um--different blog post. I mean really; oddly enough people don't normally carry baby birds in their bras.
Must be the southern in me...
That's Gus watching the camera.
Aaand there is Shawn.
Sweet chickens. They're messed up for life: but still sweet.
Lol.
Lol.
~
Journee
