But I'm talking about pheasant chicks. This week, Craig went down to pick up our pheasants from Colin Heard at Horohoro game birds. For being good customers we got a few extra, always handy with day olds because as previously documented they are by far the most seriously suicidal demented little buggers in the world. As of today we've only had 4 deaths which is just a fantastic result.
Craig sounded pretty tired when I spoke with him on Tuesday, travelling with little birds is a bit of a mission, especially as the road to his place in the wops is a journey of 10,000 bends in the road. He did well, no mortalities at all during transit.
From there the birds are delivered into our rearing facility.
|Heat lamps in a red painted concrete water tank - no corners - perfect|
They are kinda cute for the time being. When they turn into angry little tail-pecking monsters, they (like teenagers) are far less endearing.
I'll keep up with progress reports.