We lost four of the six PaddyMolly chicks to some sort of predator a couple of nights ago, and then another one keeled over the next evening, presumably from injuries sustained in that skirmish. She had appeared weak, but figured she would be okay.
That leaves us with uno.
Ellie May has been visiting the City Cousin through all of this, and is going to be none too impressed when she comes home, i fear.
Soooo...i have thrown the two misfits together, and it seems to be a match made in heaven.
The banty chick has become a guide for the hen. The chick goes to the food bowl and pecks on the side until Earl walks over in the direction of the sound and steps on the chick. At this point she knows she must be close and starts feeling around until she finds the food. Same process goes for the waterer.
For her part, Earl gives the chick piggy back rides, and, when Jewels comes sniffing around, protects the chick under her wing.
Never a dull moment, huh?
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