Of the fifteen chicks left, I now have one lonely survivor. It’s been unbelievably hot and humid here the past week. It was 105.4 on Saturday and over 100 degrees every day since; the humidity is beyond insane. I had put the chicks in the barn on Friday with their feed & water. By Sunday morning, seven of the chicks had died. Then this morning I found another six had bit the dust. One was missing (probably managed to squeeze through the cage) and the lone chick was peeping by him/herself.
I suppose I should have kept them in the house and set up a brooder for them in the basement, but after having raised a flock of chicks in the house before, I swore we’d never do it again. It was just so incredibly messy.
So my theory of having chicks hatch in the summer so they wouldn’t need a heat lamp on them 24/7 turned out to be a fatal flop. It was just too hot for them. And now I feel like crap that I let fifteen baby chicks basically cook to death.
I’m going to try incubating again, although I’ll wait a few more weeks before I start saving eggs in hopes that the weather will eventually become cooler. Or at least not Suicidal Squirrel Hot.