3 week old chicks are adorable. They’re peep-y, they’re peppy, and they’re getting a bit more poopy. It seems that bigger chicks make bigger poops, who knew?!
Zippy is still the queen of the world.
And curious about the 4 year old in her face. Naturally.
Tootsie is still neurotic.
See what I mean?
And Rosie is like a little Disney character. Always wanna’ squish her.
Penny puts up with a lot of hassle. She’s feathering in and looking a lot like Gary Busey at the moment, but she’s still the most calm, and therefore the one who bears the brunt of our snuggles.
And Bell. Sweet, mellow, kissable Bell.
Lickable too, apparently.
Now that the girls are almost a month old and feathering in, they are able to withstand a bit more draft, so we give them a break from their 90 degree brooder by taking them out int he back yard to romp for a while. Then we plop ’em back in the bathtub under the heat lamp to thaw out again. I would love to keep them out here forever, it is so darned fun! Soon enough…
The boys are in seventh heaven playing them after school every day. I hope it never gets old.
With faces like that, how can it?!
Be still, my beating heart!
I think Penny is half human.
She’s already the best at begging for treats.
Like pill bugs!
Digging for bugs brings brothers together. Mission accomplished, chicks!
It also brings species together.
This is all part of our anti-attack training. Repeat after me, Frankie, “Chickens are friends, not food”.
Zippy strikes a counter attack!
And Frankie gets outta’ dodge. I’m thinking this whole thing just might work after all!
Till’ next time, happy fall from the Perrault Farm!