You can literally watch chicks grow. Their little feathers popping out everywhere, replacing their fuzzy coat.
We will have them all named by the end of the week…at least by the weekend…definitely by Monday…
Group Shot (mostly, 8 out of 10)
This one actually has a name… Rocky, the Columbian Rock Cross
No name yet…she’s a Plymouth Barred Rock
Chicken Arm/Wing Pit
This is Potato…What’s Up?
The weather here in Cincy this winter has been craaazy. Negative degrees, then a few days later, 40-50’s. Sunny one day, then the view out the window looks like a snow globe exploded. The other day it was in the high 60’s and apparently the boys decided to set camp down the hill. I hated to ruin it with yelling “dinnnnnner” out the window.