The True story of Peep Peep. Posted on our FB page by Connie Ferris

Peep Peep

The True story Of Peep Peep: I found her egg the last one deserted in the grass. It hadn’t hatched with the others in time. The mother had many chicks to tend to & had to leave it behind. The egg was covered with ants & had only a tiny peep hole where she was peeping through it still alive.  Desperate, I brushed the ants off bringing her egg in and turned to the internet for help. I didn’t know anything about ‘birthing no babies’ (chicks or otherwise).

I held her egg gently in my hand occasionally turning it while it was wrapped inside a damp, warm, wash cloth. It got very tiring for both of us, I recalled the story ‘Horton Lays A egg’. She was very large, couldn’t turn in her egg anymore and seemed to be trapped. The very tiny pieces I managed to peel off through the hours showed her veins exposed on the outside surface of the skin. This indicated she wasn’t quite ready or she would bleed to death. We had to be patient and let time do its work. I fed her with a sm dropper – 1 tiny drop of water now and then into her exposed beak which she’d swallow to give her strength. She talked to me the whole time.

After 12 hours the veins grew into the skin and normalized. I managed to get enough of the shell off, taking it off in tiny bits as it was warm, moist and soft. She was still attached to the yolk through her umbilical cord getting her colostrum that would provide her hours of newborn strength.  After that dissipated and was used up I gently cut the cord with a sterile tiny scissors and she lay back on her blankets and rested (we both did). A few hours later, she was fluffed and peeping awake! A healthy baby chick! We had bonded and I said a grateful prayer.

Later I attempted to re introduce her to her real chicken mother who let out a surprised cackle of pleasure when she recognized her chick. She walked off with her brood turning and calling her lost baby to follow them. I sadly steeped back to let her go. ‘Peep Peep’ turned instead and ran after me peeping her head off as if to say ‘Mama! Wait up!’. And that’s how I became a chicken mother. And I couldn’t be prouder of her or love her more if I had laid her myself!

She’s the boss of the household. My cats are a bit afraid of her. She’s a strong disciplinarian!

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One thought on “The True story of Peep Peep. Posted on our FB page by Connie Ferris”

  1. Such a beautiful post. I helped a quail egg hatch once. I didn’t realize the beak would be near the top so I chipped away at the bottom. Didn’t know to moisten and soften the shell so it’s amazing I didn’t kill her. Her little feet popped out first and the egg tottered about like a cartoon bird. So teeny tiny. And this was before the internets so I was flying blind. Poor little girl made it through a week before her mother killed her.

    When I put her back in the aviary her mama welcomed her right away but she would always run to me when I bought food. Quail babies are as small as moths. Like having a large bug jumping at your big toe. I had to keep hand feeding her too. She was so weak that when the mother led the others to food, by the time she followed the others were on their way back to the nest and she’d turn around and go back without eating. On at least 2 mornings i found her cold and almost unconscious by the food bowl and I’d tuck her back under her mother. She revived each time.

    Then, mysteriously, at about a week old the mother killed all 4 silver coloured babies in the nest. She kept the 7 browns.

    Thanks for bringing back such a powerful memory…

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