The chicks cheep.
They range in age from 2 days to 2 hours old, and their Mama Hen -- a red heat lamp -- is not working.
Their other Mama Hen -- ME -- frets.
In nature, chicks tag after their mother. When cold, they gather under her for warmth.
They can go a few hours without a heat lamp. The room is 80 degrees, not the 95 or 100 degrees of a Mama Hen, but warm enough.
I open the blinds and let the afternoon sun heat the room.
When the sun sets, I place them in a small box with just a small opening for air. For years, chicks survived air travel from hatchery to post office to home in boxes that kept them huddled together and preserved body heat. Hopefully they could survive the night that way.
They did.
When the power came on at 4:30 this morning, I removed them from their box. They were fuzzy and warm and ready to explore.
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