Our 40-something baby roosters are out of the brooder and running wild in the chicken house–and the chicken yard. They’re eager to poke their little heads out the chicken yard door each morning, though sometimes hesitant to take the first step.
It’s a big world out there!
Big chickens don’t wait–they rush out of the house looking for breakfast!
Though sometimes they remember they need to lay an egg so they go back in. (Yes, the ramp had gotten knocked down. Even the little ones just hopped in and out.)
Eventually, the little roos burst out. Some of them fly out from the house into the yard. It’s fun to see the little ones fly. They head for water dishes. There’s not much that’s more fun than a bunch o’ lil chickens, and I’m enjoying my mornings this summer watching them burst out of the chicken house, and run back in at night. I’d have a bunch o’ lil chickens all the time except I’d have 500 chickens in no time and that’s a little out of control.
I’m trying to cut down on my amassing of chickens, so I wouldn’t have gotten these other than for a specific purpose. These little roos–two different sexed (male) batches–are headed for the big plucker party. We have one batch of mixed heavy breeds, and one batch of white leghorns. The mixed heavy breeds are the most interesting. You never know what you’ll get! I’m enamored of the feathered legs on a couple of them.
I don’t know for sure what it is, but it might be a Brahma, which is a heavy meat breed that has feathered legs and could be in this mix.
I might have to keep that one!
A reprieve from the grim reaper!
Saved by the feathers!
Lil roo: “QUICK, SOMEBODY PUT FEATHERS ON MY LEGS!!!”