Or pining for the fjords?
Huh. I thought the drinkers in this group would take the quart, instead
I have 7 chicks, not 8. And, of course, 'twas the chick notepad picked specifically out of the box Saturday morning... The chick was pasting up pretty bad shortly after my nap, and I got it cleaned up and was watching things. Didn't see anything until this afternoon, so I cleaned it up again, and noticed that it was skin and bones, and standing with wings out. It was interested in crumbles, and would drink if I touched water to the beak, so I managed to get a little into it. I think there was just something not quite right, though (not with jaw muscles, though--I didn't know something so tiny could close up so tightly!). Found it stretched out stiff under the MHP a few hours after feeding... 'Twas the reddish chipmunk.
Bummer, that one. I'm with Rav - keep mum about which specific chick it was. Ignorance is bliss, as they say
Oh, yeah!