Most inquisitive and outgoing of all 27 chicks. She is a barred rock. We started with five of them, but the two who have died were barred rocks. We are sad about that because the three remaining girls stand apart from the other chicks, especially Harriet. Everyone seems healthy, hopefully we won’t lose anymore. We are considering giving one of the three roosters to the fellow that we currently buy eggs from. He has chicks the same age right now. I figure it would be easier to part now than later. Okay, I am going to try to limit chicken posts to no more than two per week. I cannot make any promises though. These guys have totally renewed my warm fuzzy feelings toward animals. I am even using my really embarrassing baby talk voice with them. Actually, I don’t often use this voice with my own human babies. It’s really ridiculous and there is even bad grammar involved. “Hers is just a widdle chicken.” Ahem. Maybe I have now shared a bit too much. I have never claimed to be normal. You should see me with a litter of feral kittens. I used to seriously upset Jonny. Of course those days are in my past now.
The chicks are two weeks old now and getting lots of feathers. This is supposed to be an awkward stage for them but I still think they are adorable. So adorable that I could just eat them up. Okay, bad joke, sorry. We aren’t going to eat them.
The nest boxes are finished minus the outside doors for easy access to the eggs. In this picture Jonny is practicing for future egg gathering expeditions. He still needs to finish siding the outside of the hen house, hang this metal sheeting we are using for the interior walls, hang the windows, build the door, and build the run. I think we’ve got about a week to get it all done. The chicks are doing a bit of flying around in the brooder. Soon they will be able to escape.