We've had them in the basement for 6 weeks now. From fuzzy chicks to feathered out junior chickens... but holy hell, I'm ready for these three to move out. The dust from their pine bedding has left a layer on the bookshelf above the brooder box. Putting all 3 in a box, and then walking up the stairs, hoping the whole time that Greta doesn't tear them apart, is too stressful.
|A man and his chickens.|
|A nice roost.|
|This is truly a family project.|
|Hey, lookie there! Hazel's got her own wattles now, too. I'm ignoring what that could mean. Apparently this breed gets 'em early. And look at how Penny is becoming so... handsome? I really like this bird. Fingers still crossed.|
|Sweet Alice. Still likes chickens more than people, but will lie upside down on Willa's chest. Also, in the sunlight, her feathers are showing some iridescent green. Pretty little lady.|