Enjoyable read this thread 'cos of memories it brings back.
Found some old pics of my chicks while on Crete.
Delivery day, oddly ahead of stated due date! Hence cardboard boxes and planer shavings..
some time later the dark coloured chick was mauled by a dog, the feathers and skin on her back left hanging off and I had to put her down, first time I killed something that would not be for food. Was a very hard day.
One of the chicks had trouble with her legs, advice from the agrotico (agricultural supplier) was to kill it.
Some TLC by way of keeping her in the house and feeding with crushed sweetcorn mixed with olive oil got her running around with the rest and one of my best layers.
I only had one cockerel in my brood who protected "his" girls even against me when I opened the coup each morning to let them out and top up their water and some kibble for breakfast, fair play, but he got the sole of my boot/shoe/sandal or flip flop in his beak to fend him off and remind him that I was a bigger ..erm.... that could be taken two ways.
Cocky devil being nice, not long after my hoolie dog (bless him) learnt that chasing a Cockerel up the drive and skidding to a halt with tail feathers left in your mouth was not good behaviour....watching a dog try to spit out feathers is really funny, just don't tell the dog.
Of course Chuck was a quick learner and often maintained a watch over the girls while they roamed around the olive groves
I miss the little devil
Chickens will eat most anything, caught some of mine with polystyrene that some numpty had buried in the olives, half expected pre-packed eggs
The odd wiggly lizard tail was also not uncommon!
Rob.