Yep… they’re still around. Turns out these little future hens that we bought are not the lovie dovie variety. My daughter keeps trying to get them to eat out of her hand and they run away cowering in some corner like she is some giant creature getting ready to eat them.
They are her babies to take care of but they don’t like to be bothered much. She is working on taming them though. They are still pretty small but still as adorable as ever.
Their feathers are kind of funky, growing in at all sizes and shapes. Although cute, they kind of look a mess. They must be going through the adolescent stage right now.
They have been moved up to a minimum-security prison, so they are very happy they have a little more freedom and a lot more room.
We are trying to get them used to their chicken house and their playpen fence is now wrapped around that plus the compost pile to keep them out of trouble.
The first time my husband put them in the compost pile they ran around eating up worms and little insects. It was the funniest thing to see. I told my husband “ That must be like a McDonalds to them” they were acting like they were starving as always…little liars.
The biggest one in the group found a giant worm and was running around the compost pile with it hanging out of it’s mouth while the others chased it trying to take it from her. There has got to be a ton of worms in that compost but they wanted the one hanging from someone else’s mouth. The smallest chick, the little runt was the one that ended up grabbing it from the other chick’s mouth.
Then the tiniest chick got out somehow and was in a panic running back and forth trying to get to the others. They hate being alone, anyway I saved it and put it back but you would have thought I was killing it with the little screaming chirps that came out of it. Poor little thing, it’s little heart was pounding so fast.
I still love watching them try to fly with their new wings, which have grown much larger. My husband said they might think of themselves as Eagles, “Well they are going to be very disappointed when they realize they are chickens” I joked. I told my husband that maybe I should throw a mirror in their prison and he said that won’t help, they will still think they are Eagles and just wonder where all the chickens in the mirror came from.
Alley is still a little depressed about this whole chicken experiment and will sit by the window looking outside for them during the day when we put them out. I think she is still trying to figure out why we haven’t allowed her to eat them yet, or just play with them…for a while please, I can almost read her mind.
I gave Alley her Christmas gift a little early hoping it would cheer her up. A little stuffed fish covered in catnip. She just turned her back to me and gave me a look. That little fish is still on the floor. Hey, I thought it was cute. Eventually she will have to stop with this tantrum…might have to call in that guy, the cat whisperer.
Alley has also been clingy lately, just wanting to hang out with me all day. When I was down with a cold or Flu (thousands caught the Flu in our city this mouth) Alley just clung to my leg very happy I had to stay still for a while. She never understands why humans are always up during the day.
I can’t imagine how upset she would be if she found out that my husband wants a dog again, we lost our pom years ago and since then we have not gotten a new dog…it really was sad losing Philippe.
So the other day I looked down at her and told her we were going to get her a pet, a dog…she gave me that look again and then her backside.
My husband thought that was so funny “ A pet for her?”
“SSHHH…maybe we can get a tiny dog that she will love” yeah right I was thinking to myself.
Okay, we will hold off on the dog for now but those chicks are staying. It will be nice to have fresh eggs.
The chicks still have no names; still waiting for them to get a little bigger. My husband googled how long before eggs and I just heard a scream at the computer one day “ 5 Months, you have got to be kidding me” I think it will be longer then that, we will see. I will let you know in a month if they are laying little itty-bitty baby eggs. Now that would be weird but would make the most adorable Easter eggs.
Got to end this with some good, bad and ugly.
The good- eventually eggs will appear…hopefully.
The bad- it’s taking forever for those eggs.
The ugly- these things poop a lot, I mean a lot…I still think there might be a market for chicken diapers.