This is Harry Hen-Boy (on the right) and his sister Hedvig Hen-Chick enjoying their first taste of yoghurt. I had tried them with it earlier and they had been a bit scared of the BIG GREEN pet bowl and wouldn’t go near it. But now they are bigger than the green pet bowl, I thought I would try again, this time sprinkling chick crumbles on top to encourage them to try.
This photo was taken just before Christmas. I was still coming to terms with my decision to leave Hazel Hen-Chick’s little curled toe and I was peacefully spending time watching the chicks, taking photos and being amazed at how much they had grown.
Then I saw it! What on earth is wrong with Harry Hen-Boy’s mouth. He is bleeding. Just under his beak, I see blood. I looked around the run to see if there was any sharp bits of metal sticking out. What could he have done? How did he cut himself and what a funny place to be bleeding. The other chicks seemed to be ok.
I am not a good mother to my chicks. I only have five and I have a curled toe and a bleeding beak. Maybe I am just not cut out to have chicks. Poor little things. I feel sorry for this lot being my experimental chicks.
Harry seemed fine and the blood didn’t seem to be dripping so I decided once again to let nature take it’s course and leave him to it. It doesn’t seem to be bothering him at all. He was loving his yoghurt and he was very active.
Eight days later after watching Harry Hen-Boy grow bigger and bigger, I realised how inexperienced I actually am at this chick thing. It wasn’t a bleeding beak. It was an emerging wattle!