Saturday morning, I checked on the six chicks the first thing. They were milling about in one corner. Was this the warmest corner? Since I don't regulate the heat as well or to as high a temperature as mandated, I never know. But, all chicks in one place under the light indicates they are trying to get warm. I counted three times and got five chicks each time. I looked all around the box and could not find it.
Finally, I shoved all the chicks from the corner and found the one chick. It was flat! How shocking. With a paper towel I picked it up and was looking at it, feeling sad. THEN, it opened its mouth and eyes. No cheep came out and the eyes were covered with a membrane. I wrapped it more securely and held a drop of water to its beak. The baby seemed to rally. The eye was fully open without the membrane. Thereafter, it seemed to welcome the drop of water. Sometimes, it shook its head as though it knew the water did not go into the beak, just down the side of its head. I wiped that off so it would not get cold.
But, I had to go somewhere. I wrapped it in two more paper towels and put it in a plastic sandwich bag to hold in its body warmth. In the car it went on the seat beside me. The car was very warm so I did not worry about a chill.
I made one stop, took my purse in my lap and took my change purse. When, I returned to the car, I grabbed my purse and put the change purse back in and did not move my purse for a half hour.
When I got home, I looked for the chick. The sandwich bag was gone! NO, it was not. It was under the several pounds purse. The sandwich bag was flat. I was stunned. I zipped the bag and dropped into the trash before I came inside.
I didn't lose it. I killed it. I felt a little numb for a while. The chick may have died before I placed my purse on it, but I will never know for sure. It may not have survived under my best care. But, I will never know.
Have you ever felt responsible for killing a pet or animal in your charge?