Hi. I am the very recent frantic completely novice parent to six little love bird chicks of assorted ages, all still getting baby formula out of a syringe some beginning to eat solids tentatively.
I have had them all combined for seven days and they are doing well despite my incredibly clumsy efforts and big fingers.
There is a language problem, I don't speak Chinese so besides the internet in reality Im in at the deep end.
I never intended to be in at the deep end far from it, I have done two years worth of research and info gathering before this ever happened but it still doesn't prepare you for the little twinkles flutter byes sitting in front of you looking up hopefully and chirping sweetly. It has even surprised me how sweetly and melodiously they chirp, especially after the trauma of dinner is all finished.
I want to start an aviary so I thought six or so weaned hand reared babies would be a good happy relaxed start, how wrong I was. Sadly they weren't weaned but this is how they come here no choice in the matter. I could see they weren't weaned they were too small and not even completely covered in feathers. I was told they couldn't be kept until they were older? I had to hand feed them myself was the unspoken assumption, this is how it happens, so this is where I am.
Im glad I found this forum.
Maybe its instinct, my feminine side coming out but I think we are doing OK.
My first question here is not what colour are they, they are interesting colours for sure but my question is should the feeding process be so unbelievably messy. I seem to squirt formula all over the place as chicks suddenly stop mid gulp, heads abruptly stop bobbing, sticky warm pudding dripping all over their beaks feathers feet and flung from shaking heads and flapping wings. Some will only nibble drink from the tip of the tube a constant trickle down their chests, others act like they want to swallow the whole syringe. They wont sit still, hopping all over the place, up my neck down my arm rushing off to visit each other up curtains, all while apparently having lunch.
When I have finally got enough food into each one and this is the best part, they all go silent and abruptly fall asleep on the spot where ever they might be. But they are a mess like I have dropped each one into the formula and then stuck it in the spin dryer.
I gently wash each one in a warm damp rinsable paper towel then pat them dryish on a dry one. Each one I then cover up in a warm towel in a basket, until they are all under the towel in a little huddle. They have come to like this ritual and cock their little heads up at me in anticipation of the warm damp towel smothering their little heads as i pick each one up. Is this how its done? Or is this all wrong horribly wrong? They sound good, chirping prettily in little voices then silence. I avoid drafts changes of temp like the plague even putting the whole lot up my shirt while they wait for a wash. I do this all outside where it is a constant 28-30% C. But i reckon as when I sweat even a breeze is cool in plus 30 %C so i use my forehead as a gauge of how a wet chick is feeling for 5 seconds................. any tips