The poor little chick was soaking wet--Miss Betty White had tipped over the water, so I brought the baby in the house, turned on the oven to 110F, turned it off, opened the door and let it cool down to 95. While the oven was cooling, I used my hair dryer on low to dry the baby. I then I put a bath towel in my spring form pan (happened to be in the dish rack) and put the baby in the oven until it started to move around (peeping for it's momma). It hadn't been out of the shell very long. Once warm and dry, I took the baby out to Momma. I then loaded Momma, baby, unhatched egg (miscounted--there is only one other egg) into the car to take them out to the farm. I also brought Myrtle. Why not? She rode on the dashboard. At the gas station, the person next to me took a picture of Myrtle!
Once at the farm, Myrtle explored everything. She's perched in her old spot in the barn. It has been two summers since Myrtle was at the farm. Who said chickens are stupid? She obviously remembers the farm and the barn. She was in the garden with us (eating pea shoots) and found the compost pile...ate a couple of small tomatoes off the vines. I want to get her used to going in the car because I've talked with a local nursing home about bringing her to visit the residents as a therapy chicken...I live outside a small village in the middle of farm country. I figure a lot of the residents grew up with chickens...
