No, not Willy, not even Horatio, but this little fella.
He was hatched in the incubator along with one of his brothers or sisters
as mum had abandoned the nest, but he just seemed very weak, and had one eye that wouldn’t open. I left him overnight in the incubator and yesterday morning he seemed in fine form, preening himself, drinking and eating.
I decided I’d put them both back with mum, so around 9 am they both went in. I went back around midday to have a look, but could only see six chicks, not seven. A rummage through the straw found the one eyed one dead, flat, in amongst the rubbish at the bottom of the coop.
Ah well, he was the runt, it wasn’t improbable. I picked him up and walked back to the house, ready to throw him in the bin but just as I opened the lid I saw his beak move. ACTION STATIONS!!!
Heat lamp set up over a box, laid him down and watched and waited. Within the hour he was up and about, chirping, drinking and eating.
Awwww. I kept him there overnight and then put him back with his mum and his kith and kin in the morning. Midday I just stuck my head in for a peek, same same. He was on the floor, cold and flat. Sheesh.
Same again, back under the heat lamp, within the hour he was up and about. He now has both eyes open, is very full of himself, is cheeping, eating and drinking.
I’ll keep him in the house for a few days, just to ensure he’s strong enough to survive before once again trying to put him back with mum.