Dang it. The little black and white chicks died yesterday, and I don't know why. I put chick starter and a small waterer in the Taj, but I have a feeling that the moms didn't teach the little ones to drink there, as they're used to going outside for water. There just isn't anything more pitiable than those tiny bodies. I know that at least one more of the striped chicks hatched yesterday. The only room I can really close off is the laundry room, and I've used it as a nursery before, but always with older chicks from the feed store. I have no way to heat it, and these wee little ones need the warmth of their mamas. It's a dilemma.
I'm becoming totally paranoid. A howling wind storm came up during the night, and all I can think about is falling trees. It's raining and the ground is already soft. Tree Guy assured me that if the pasture oak goes down, it won't cause any more damage, and he was here yesterday and we walked around to assess the condition of the oaks around the house. Joel has had three or four of his trees go down in his driveway. It's a cause for real concern, and my luck hasn't been so good lately. I'll feel a little better when it gets light enough to see outside...everything is scarier in the dark.