Ugh. I've been pseudo-taking care of newly hatched chickens (as a proxy for their owner, more or less) for the last day or two, and after getting a little advice from someone and doing a little net checking, it seems like said owner has basically no goddamn idea what they're doing. Area wasn't prepared, the current container is poorly considered, using poorly chosen food, poorly chosen water, they're not warm enough and there's not really any goddamn thing I can do about it, because I've got no cash (and, in strict honesty, this wasn't my damned idea and I
really don't want to have to clean up after the proverbial mess. I'd just as soon feed the bloody things to the cats and make it quicker) or means to jury-rig something sufficient.
Thought process going into this was apparently:
- Get incubator.
- Get eggs.
- Hatch eggs.
- Put chicks in plastic box with grits and tap water.
- Heat box by putting a blanket over the top.*
Profit They all fucking die.
So the net results is about 36 hours after hatching, we've got two dead and one dying slowly, with the rest of them insufficiently heated -- I stuck a desk lamp in there until I can berate the owner to get the actual freaking heat lamp they need to
not functionally freeze to death, but there's problems with that and gods
fuck is this a mixture of depressing, stressful, and enraging. I don't usually mind lack of forethought or consideration when there's nothing living involved or the effects are limited to the individual in question, but when it's astronomically skyrocketing the chance of living things dying, it starts tweaking all sorts of latent rage and frustration buttons.
Let it be a lesson. If you're going to try to breed something, or raise kittens, or kids, or
fucking whatever,
do some goddamn research first.Anyway. Owner's maybe an hour away, on the way back. I'm done. Washing my hands of it. I'll print out some basic instructions, I think, and then if the owner wants a dozen dead baby chickens, well, owner's bloody prerogative.
*Not going to fucking work because it's a plastic box on a hardwood floor and until I came in, noticed shit was going wrong, and mostly wrapped the box in some other stuff, was leaking heat all over the bloody place.