|All four chicks and Ellen. The two she did not accept are separated for their safety.|
So this is the stage when the fuzzy baby chicklets become awkward adolescents. Feathers are halfway grown in, there are odd fuzzy remnants sticking out of necks and on backs, and the play-acting as adults begins, which is pretty cute to see. It's the beginning of the end of chick-dom for these little ones. Soon they will join the flock as juveniles and learn their place -- probably at the bottom of the pecking order in the beginning.
But since I am probably not keeping any of these lovelies and will instead give them back to the couple who the eggs belonged to, it's also the beginning of the end of my time with them. From the two that Ellen is successfully mothering to the two that she rejected and became brooder babies, I've enjoyed having chicks around again.
But while I'd love to keep one or two for myself, the fact is I already give away far more eggs than we eat, and so from a practical standpoint there's really no point in adding to the flock. But I'm happy Ellen got to become a mother at long last, and also happy that so far, all four of these little lovelies are doing great. My guess is we have three hens and a 'roo, but I'm not positive about that so only time will tell.
|This is the chick Ellen attacked as it was born. I call her Claire. She has a lovely disposition.|
|Ellen's Black. No name yet.|
|Ellen's black and white chick. Pretty sure he's a he.|
|My little black, Claire's best friend.|