The kids and I went to the library before lunch, and that’s where I blogged about the chickens earlier. Anyway, when the kids and I came home, we checked on the baby chickens. There were two that I felt compelled to rescue at that moment. I found a small box and brought them in. One didn’t want to stand up and want to walk and it’s eye’s were all crusted shut with dirt. The next had a head wound from being pecked on by one of the mammas. I brought them inside the house, sure that at least one of them would be dead by dinner. I am happy to say that they are still both alive. I washed out eyes, and treated a pretty gnarly head wound. I felt this overwhelming need to save these birds. After such a traumatic loss maybe? Hopefully they’ll make it.