We started giving them bits of grass and chickweed yesterday, more for their entertainment than nutrition. If they were being raised by a free-ranging mama chicken, they'd be eating all sorts of things by now. We are less experienced, and I hesitate to stray too far from the prepared chick feed.
Sara suspiciously eyes a bit of chickweed |
Mine! The chickweed is mine! (Chick on right) |
After all the excitement of the vegetation, the chicks had to take a little nap. They sleep flat on their bellies, chin on the ground, with their wings a bit out to the sides. The first morning we thought they were all dead, but we've gotten used to this peculiar posture. No one has slept on the perch yet as far as we know.
Resting Dominique (left) with wings out. |
The chicks are very close to being able to fly out of the box. One of the chicks has learned to stand on top of the feeder.
Ingrid surveys her territory |
Here are pictures of Hilda and me to give you an idea of how big the chickens are:
Hard to imagine today that I needed a heavy flannel shirt yesterday moring |
The Brahma's feet are getting quite feathery |
Construction on the chicken coop begins soon. Terry and I went to Menard's for the first time today. We picked up the door, two windows and a bunch of hardware. He'll go back tomorrow for the siding and 2x4s. If we can build a garage without getting a divorce, I expect we can get through a coop.
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