Fluffy chick is new addition to Spitalfields City Farm
THREE days ago, it was just an egg being mailed in the post. Now, the small golden chick calls a mop its mum, stares at its reflection in the mirror and fights other chicks in their pen. Spitalfields City Farm manager Helen Galland ordered six rare breed
THREE days ago, it was just an egg being mailed in the post. Now, the small golden chick calls a mop its mum, stares at its reflection in the mirror and fights other chicks in their pen.
Spitalfields City Farm manager Helen Galland ordered six rare breed eggs from the internet after not being able to find a local dealer for the Bantam Orpington breed she was looking for.
Only one survived.
Helen used a mop head and a heat lamp to recreate a hen in the pen.
"It's like a mum's wings," Helen said. "He hides under it keep secure and to stay warm. He'll even sleep under it until he gets too warm."
She also thought that it would be a bit lonely so she added a mirror to keep it company, and the Brooks Farm in Leyton donated two chicks as well.
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At first, they didn't get along as the rare breed kept pecking at the younger chicks feet. Now the trio is starting to follow Helen's hand around the pen and learning how to eat and drink.
"One minute he's looking at you and the next minute he's falling asleep in his food bowl," Helen said, as he fell asleep in her hands again. "Hopefully he'll turn into a normal chicken and won't think he's a human or a mop."
But the tiny chick is yet to be named and the city farm in Buxton Street wants Advertiser readers to help.
If you have a suggestion for the chick's name email firstname.lastname@example.org