We have had awful luck hatching peacocks over the years. The first year they each hatched 2 only to have them both die. I later learned it was from Coccidosis. So, the next year I took the eggs right before hatch. I medicated them and when they were old enough, released them. They all disappeared for one reason or another. This year I’m going to let the moms hatch again. I haven’t quite decided how to give medication yet. Do I pen the lot of them up? Seems foolish. When the moms are too close they peck each others young.
Regardless of my indecision the babies are coming. At least 3, I hope more.
My best hen is setting in her usual spot, atop a moldering alfalfa bale. I daren’t move it lest she pick a more coyote accessible spot.
Prince has been quite attentive to the eggs. Frighteningly so. He was guarding them in between her visits to lay. Whenever I would go to have a peak he’d fly over and give me a look of displeasure. He’s still on guard, now over his hens.
This silly little girl is determined to stay on top of the board we put up to keep them off. Best laid plans and all. I suppose it’s high off the ground so at least she’ll be safe.
Here is hoping for a few blackshoulder chicks this year. Mostly hoping for chicks that live.