Monday, September 05, 2011

Mamas and Their Chicas

::Smaller chicas in back are the latest to hatch. They are barely two days old. Two chicas in the foreground are almost a week old. Puff and Zelda are the Mamas.::

In Spanish chicas are little girls. And that is exactly what we are hoping each of these precious chicks are, chicas!


The Silky sisters, Zelda and Puff, are Mamas. Between them they have hatched a happy little clutch.


There have been some losses, which is heartbreaking, and yet it has given Maria the opportunity to appreciate the natural world for it's beauty and frailty. Books and classes are good, but the intimacy of life and it's processes are best appreciated up close. While retaining her regard and tenderness, she has reached the point where I thought: She could be a doctor, a forensic pathologist, a research biologist, a real farmer. She was very observant and inquisitive about Tuck's condition. And she has gained sophisticated knowledge of the hatching of chicks, embryos, placenta and umbilical cords, blood.


The older chicas have stretched out their egg shape, and are braver and more assertive. You can see the newest babies are still lil' puffs... of course relatively they are all lil' puffs!::

At the moment there are four chicas. Two about the same age, and two about four days younger. It might not be typical for them to be so far apart in age when they are from the same clutch, but technically they are from two clutches in one nest. There are four unhatched eggs in the nest, and one is breaking open as we speak. Will we get one more dark, Puff-like chica, or another chica that bares her father's stripes?


::This is the one my Mom, Delia, calls PiaMia::

I am trying to be more present in these chicas lives, which is why I bring them water from a syringe, and tiny tomato worms, and I hold them frequently. The hens that Zelda raised all by herself are completely skittish and flighty. They do not trust me in the least. Emotionally, I can cope with their indifference, but it's not as fun in a practical sense. They run away when I need to help them and behave with scandalous fretting and squawking when anyone tries to get close. Hopefully the new chicas will know me as a friend, not a threat.


Among all the chickens, Puff has been on the bottom rung of the pecking order. Some days she looked like a bottom rung chicken, with feathers askew and stuff stuck to her fluff, and she watched her Silky sister, Zelda, with a longing to be a mother-hen too. I am happy for her. She is an even more attentive mother than her good sister. This is a good time for Puff.


Can imagine being this teeny-tiny-itty-bitty?

Sorry about the itty-bitty talk. It's somewhat cliche and precious to speak that way, but frankly chicks will do that to you. A few minutes in their company and your voice will rise to a lyrical pitch and you will say things like: adorable, eensy-weensy, cutie-pie, and itsy bitsy-tweety bird.


And then... then you will scoop one up into the cup of your palm, and coo to it and stroke it's tiny head... and more utterances of affection and cariños will part your lips, like: que hermosa, pollito mio, besitos mi'ja, ¿y quien es la princesa mas preciosa? I kid you not. In Eh-spanish.


Oh my.


Excuse me. I need to tend to my farm. They need me.

13 comments:

  1. I miss baby chicks and their doting mamas. Do the mama's claim some as their own or do they share? I had a turkey hatch some goose eggs with her turkey eggs and she loved them all

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  2. lovely photos! that purple-blue in the background is perfect. glad that we aren't the only chick coo-ers around. gonna love watching all these babies grow up! thanks for sharing. :)

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  3. How could you be on the same planet as those chicks and not coo? I was cooing at my screen for goodness sake!

    ;)

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  4. Ayiee, que preciosas, que bonitas, que cositas mas chulas. Tambien in eh-spanish, which I like. Axx

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  5. They are so cute! I understand how a mama chicken must needs to protect!

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  6. Pia Mia looks like an Egyptian Cleopatra, with those beautiful eyes!

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  7. Oooo... so sweet... some seriously sweet chickas! I'm in love...*swoon*... ;o) ((HUGS))

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  8. I love learning about the chicas through your eyes. You are right about the things Maria is learning; I wish all children her age could have this experience.

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  9. It's hard to imagine these tiny fluffballs will grow up to be egg-laying, garden-scratching hens. But they will certainly be more friendly if you keep bribing them with tomato worms!

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  10. Natalie, I already left a comment, but I've come back for another one. I looked at your blog first thing this morning and it put me in a really good mood. Then I read some politics sites and that put me in a really bad mood. So... I am coming back here to get my good mood back.
    Thank you for being my good mood place!

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  11. I think what I love most about chicas (and baby ducklings, too) is how every. single. day. you can see profound changes in them. We raise lots of little chicas here at school (and sometimes ducklings but not as much now that we have chickens here) and they never ever cease to amaze OR delight me with their very daily changes and growth....

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  12. Really, is there anything cuter than baby chicks? It's almost not fair.

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  13. What else can one do but *sqeeee*!!!

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