Day 32 and Esther has kindled nine kits. Unfortunately one of the nine was found half-eaten in the nestbox, so we are left with eight. An excellent number. As you can see, Esther is a fur-pulling fiend. Someone should tell her that it’s summer.
Alas, still nothing from Io. I wonder if she too will end up being infertile like her brother, Orion was. They were Esther’s first kits and they had a very hard start, being the only two out of the litter that survived. They were very chilled initially due to being born on the wire. I’ll give her a few more days and if she doesn’t kindle, she’ll be culled as this was my fifth attempt at breeding her.
“Oh no please, allow me!”
The first livestock I ever got upon purchasing my first house a year and half ago were four little Muscovy ducklings. I was planning to raise them to eventually hatch their own eggs. Unfortunately one morning, as they were nearing laying age, they were all massacred by two roaming neighborhood pitbulls. It was grisly and heartbreaking.
Fast forward to today, I now have the most secure coop on the block and a new pair of Muscovies living safely inside. About a week or so ago I noticed a somewhat larger, waxy, off-white egg in the nest box. Hmm, did I have a chicken with a health issue? I brought the egg inside and was about to research it when I realized… Of course, it’s a duck egg.
YES! I had my first duck egg. Every day there was another one and I dutifully removed any chicken eggs that appeared in the nest, hoping she would sit on the clutch. Well, it turns out that I now have another first, my first broody hen. Obviously it was the Buff Orpington who went broody first, can she tell these eggs have been fertilized or what?
Unfortunately the duck wants to brood her eggs too. So what does that leave us? A duck and a chicken stuffed into the same nest – a fluffed up and hissing pile of poultry.
Esther usually kindles on day 32 or 33 when bred to Saturn
It’s day 28 for Esther and her daughter, Io. They were both bred at the same time to Saturn, my lovely Silver Marten buck. Esther is definitely pregnant, we’ve been through a few litters together already and I can tell. Her belly is very rounded when she lies down and she’s started to pull a little bit of fur.
Eleven month old Io on the other hand will be delivering her first litter, if she is indeed pregnant. Hard to tell with her, she looks very much the same as usual. I’ve learned that looks can be deceiving though, especially with a new mother. She gets really snippy when the dog comes too near her cage lately so maybe that’s an indication. I wonder if she’ll be a late kindler like her mom?
Io in her nest box
Blue Otter Rex kit, 4 weeks old
The 18 kits are all four weeks old now and still all living. One Silver Marten kit is fairly skeletal and I’m not sure he’ll make it. Other kits are smaller than they should be at this age, but that’s to be expected with the issues we had.
The Blue Otters that popped up in the Rex litter are beautiful. I hope the one I have my eye on turns out to be a doe, as I’d like to keep her. It’s interesting to see the differences in fur density and marking quality. All the Rex kits are just so friendly and the Silver Martens are taking a cue from them. I’m not used to babies seeking petting and attention and being so curious. Giving you happy/sleepy eyes when you rub their ears. Usually they all freak out and pile into a corner until the Hand of Doom retreats.
I decided once they all came out of the nestboxes that I was just going to load them up on fresh greens. They were malnourished and the mothers had been used to eating these same greens, so I took the chance. Every day they get huge bunches of grass, dandelions, chickweed, blackberry brambles and plantain. They all love it, and seem to be doing very nicely on it.
Silver Marten kit, 4 weeks old
Tuna’s mixed litter
It took around seven failed matings before I decided to cull my Creme d’Argent buck, Orion. You’d think during all that time I’d have flipped him over at least once?
What a mess. Rabbit testicles aren’t supposed to look like that. Oh well, at least now I know to check out the equipment first before putting rabbits together. He looked fine when he was younger. On the upside I now have a baggie in my freezer marked “Orion’s Pelt”.
Week-old wild type Coturnix chick
I just finished this care sheet for new Coturnix quail chick owners. Hopefully this will help avoid some of the issues I’ve been having with inexperienced adopters, and also provide information to those searching the net. Click below!
Coturnix Quail Chick Care Sheet
I’ve been thinking about this a lot over the past couple of days, ever since I heard from someone who bought quail chicks from me a few weeks ago. They weren’t having much luck keeping the chicks alive and the ones they had left looked weirdly stunted, with abnormal feather growth, weak legs that couldn’t support their bodies and inconsistent body mass. They looked terrible. Especially compared to their very healthy, well-developed siblings who were still living here.
It turns out they were being fed budgie seeds.
I know there’s a tendency nowadays to go more ‘natural’ when it comes to raising livestock. I too would much rather feed a more natural ration and do to my livestock that do well on it. However when it comes to quail, I have not found an alternative solution that’s economical.
Quail are technically wild gamebirds that would normally live on mainly insects. They have a short life cycle and a fast metabolism, and therefore nutrition is extremely important, especially when young and developing. They require a high protein diet. I supply 26% protein gamebird crumbles that I buy at the feed store. Sometimes the feed store sells it for a reason.
No matter what else I try, the quail don’t care. They won’t eat anything but the crumbles. They will ignore even the choicest greens and will peck at fancy seeds with mild disinterest. All they care about is crumbles, water, dust-bath, sex, making adorable noises. That’s it. My attempts to enrich their environment are blatantly ignored.
So I gave up. I house them in bare wire cages with lots of food, water and a perpetually-filled dust bath. They are blissfully happy birds. Today I was able to stroke one of the chicks as he flopped around like a fish in his fresh scoop of dirt. All the other chicks were intent on dinner but he didn’t care. He was in quail heaven.
These are not hand-raised birds. Well, they sort of are but they don’t get handled regularly. Although each generation I hatch out seems to get friendlier. Their feathers are glossy and healthy. Their legs are strong. I have an almost zero percent death rate.
So now I know just how important those crumbles are.