Help! Where is my Mummy?
Our little friend didn't look so well. Worried that he (?) hadn't eaten, I mixed up a weak sugar and boiled water solution and as I didn't have an eyedropper, had to use a long, skinny child's paint brush instead. Success! Little chick seemed to enjoy this tasty delight. More came his way. Next, tiny portions of finely grated apple, extended on the lengthy paintbrush. Gobbles and tiny chick snorts. Signs of survival. A lamp to keep him warm. Within an hour he had started to cheep again and was walking around the box, stumbling every so often. I am amused by the irony of the situation, I find swamp hens pesky and annoying, eating my newly planted seedlings in the vegie garden and stealing chook food, and now here I am nursing a youngster. You have to admit, the little guy is kind of cute, in a prehistoric sort of way.