|Imagine this is a little feathered baby chick wing.|
We had just returned from Tulsa and my first stop was to check on Mama Gibson's seven chicks. Oops, I only counted six. I heard one peeping frantically away from the others and was led to this struggling infant in the large water can paddling for it's life. Quickly I grabbed the chick out of the water and began to dry it and cuddle it, carrying the babe to its mama. Mr. Gibson attacked me with a vengeance. She had no idea I was saving her child.
Mr. Gibson gathered her active chicks under her in a corner of the hen house and I carefully place this soggy birdie near them. It was able to hobble over to mom and crawl under the safety of her wings. Checking back in about an hour found mama and seven scampering around together again as if nothing had happened and the rescued chick was as fluffy and normal appearing as the rest. Needless to say this is the first of the new chicks to be named. Can you guess? The new name is LUCKY!