This is something I have been thinking for a while but hadn’t really put into words. I was talking to my mom and she dropped this little gem on me. It is something my dad used to say to her when she was frustrated with us kids.
A couple days ago my oldest boy came in and told me our 3 week old chicks were cold. It was kind of a windy day so I figured that was the only reason. He put their cover on and I assumed that would take care of the problem. But they were still quite noisy, so I sent him out to check their water. He said the water level was good. A few more minutes passed and they were not quieting down. I asked him why they were so fussy. When he could not tell me I decided I better go check. As chicks so often do, they had spilled a bunch of their water and their bedding was wet. It was easy to take care of and they were soon warm and happy. Even though I asked all of the right questions and he checked each of those things he couldn’t pin point the problem.