A few weeks ago, The Boyfriend's parents had been incubating some chicken eggs and we happened to be there for dinner as they were starting to hatch.
We spent most of the time squatted down next to the incubator, watching as this chick slowly started working its way out. It was the first time I had seen one hatch and it was amazing to witness this struggle for life.
Later that week The Boyfriends parents were away for a few days and his sister was watching the farm for them, but her and her partner were going away for the weekend and the chicks required supervision. So we kept them for three days, making sure they had plenty of food, water and exercise.
We let them roam free in the conservatory, after checking all the doors were looked and no other birds would be able to prey upon them.
They had a ball, pecking and scratching for food, moving together as a little pack. By the end they became used to us standing around, holding them, so they would run around my feet. I'm just glad we didn't manage to kill any of them.
Over and out.
