The peeps are 2 weeks old today.
Well, except for the Rhode Island Reds, who are about 6 months old from the looks of them.
They kind of remind me of hawks at this stage. One of them has decided my bicep makes a good roost when I put my arm in their brooder.
They all had a Big Adventure today when I moved them from their second brooder, the small horse trough, into the BIG horse trough.
They responded to all the extra space by staying huddled in the far end, afraid to move.
After I moved their food dishes and water to that end, they started milling around and making happy "peep" noises again, but they all stayed at the far end. Hopefully they'll start exploring the rest of the brooder over the next few days.
Hard to believe this is how they came home only two weeks ago.
And then graduated to this.
I guess since they've made it this far we can now seriously consider naming them.
Kali has a few name suggestions, she told me through the window as she was politely asking to be let out onto the porch where the chickens were...
"Nom, nom and nom."
These are laying chickens, Kali.
I am considering Sid the Sloth's dinosaur egg names - Eggbert, Shelly and Yoko. For the buffs and one of the Gold Stars. Whaday'all think about that? I'd love to hear your suggestions.
And this guy (gal?), the Silkie with the feathered feet and attitude? He's got a name already - Frickin.
So when we get farm visitors and they point to the one chicken that looks completely out of place - the one with feathers on its feet and tufts sticking up all over its head and they ask, "What the heck is that one?"
We can look at them with a straight face and reply...
"That's a Frickin chicken."
Well, except for the Rhode Island Reds, who are about 6 months old from the looks of them.
They kind of remind me of hawks at this stage. One of them has decided my bicep makes a good roost when I put my arm in their brooder.
They all had a Big Adventure today when I moved them from their second brooder, the small horse trough, into the BIG horse trough.
They responded to all the extra space by staying huddled in the far end, afraid to move.
After I moved their food dishes and water to that end, they started milling around and making happy "peep" noises again, but they all stayed at the far end. Hopefully they'll start exploring the rest of the brooder over the next few days.
Hard to believe this is how they came home only two weeks ago.
And then graduated to this.
I guess since they've made it this far we can now seriously consider naming them.
Kali has a few name suggestions, she told me through the window as she was politely asking to be let out onto the porch where the chickens were...
"Nom, nom and nom."
These are laying chickens, Kali.
I am considering Sid the Sloth's dinosaur egg names - Eggbert, Shelly and Yoko. For the buffs and one of the Gold Stars. Whaday'all think about that? I'd love to hear your suggestions.
And this guy (gal?), the Silkie with the feathered feet and attitude? He's got a name already - Frickin.
So when we get farm visitors and they point to the one chicken that looks completely out of place - the one with feathers on its feet and tufts sticking up all over its head and they ask, "What the heck is that one?"
We can look at them with a straight face and reply...
"That's a Frickin chicken."
3 comments:
LOVE LOVE LOVE THIS BLOG!!! It's so funny! I'll start thinking about names :)
Thanks! How about Woodstock for the other Gold Star??
Satya would like to put out 2 names: Rogue and Josh.
If you wiki rogan josh you will understand the pun.
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