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After a last-minute security measure was added to the top of the chicken yard (to make sure no hawks could swoop down and pluck up my babies!), I finally felt comfortable enough to…..
…..open this door!
At first, they weren’t so sure they were ready for this door to be open. They had to stand around in the doorway and look.
And look.
And talk about it.
Then out they came….
….and came…..
….and came. Look at my big, beautiful six-week-old chickens now!
They are a long way from full-grown and laying eggs, but they are also a long way from those eggs I turned for three weeks in my incubator. (That’s Lucky, our miracle baby, on the far right–the white and black hen.)
This gorgeous chicken was once the tiny baby I helped out of its shell.
They are all so different, and so amazingly beautiful. I love having such a wide mix of colors. I think this pretty one is another rooster.
This is the macho rooster who is learning to crow. He sounds like a hoarse cow. I’d tell him that, but he might get mad. He looks a little temperamental. And speaking of temperamental…..
That crazy Spartacus-the-psycho-chick! I knew the littlest banty, the hen, was too little, so after I let them all out, I scooped her up and put her back. I was hoping Spartacus, my banty rooster, was big enough, but oh no, he slipped through the fence and the chase was on. I put my camera down and had a panic attack while Princess saved the day and captured him in the woods.
He and his banty hen were none too pleased to find themselves back in the chicken house while the rest of the family was outside cavorting.
“Prepare to die.”
