The little grey pullet died. As did the six guinea chicks we brought in from the garden. They had gotten left behind by their team of four mothers, and were chilled and stressed. I still thought they'd make it, though. We installed them in a big bin with non-slip towels on the floor and a lamp suspended overhead for heat. I adjusted the lamp until the heat was just right – no panting, no huddling for warmth. Fed them hard-boiled eggs and cottage cheese, just like the guinea website recommended. They were so cute, sleeping on their faces with their feet stretched out behind them. They were less cute in that same position, dead.
Farming is hard.