I swear, now that the
chicks I mean chickens, have left the brooder in the house, they are changing at a crazy fast rate. Who knew chickens grew so fast?! (Okay, well, I guess I did, but still…)
We’ve officially started to let them free range fairly often. I mean, we kind of had to. Once they had a taste for it, they quickly learned how to fly over the fence for their run and wander the yard on their own anyway. I swear, it’s like keeping a toddler in their new bed. It just won’t happen.
Well, hey. The only reason we really kept them in the run is to keep them away from Scout, our overly playful pup that seems to think they are toys. But you know what? It turns out these chicks can really handle their own. Scout is now afraid of getting pecked on the nose again, and all it takes is a cock-eyed look from one of the chicks to send her running in the other direction. Mission: Accomplished!
They’ve also really gotten to know us! It’s so funny. Every time they see one of us, the whole flock comes running (and if you’ve ever seen a chicken run, you know what I mean by funny). In fact, it was incredibly hard to get this picture of them free ranging, because they kept running at me while I was trying to get in the best angle to get a picture!
In addition to running at us every time they see us, they really actually like to be held (well, most of them do, we’ve got 2 shy ones). And Pistache loves holding them, too. So it’s a win-win for everyone.
Cage Free Dad enjoys holding them, too. For some reason, they really like to roost on his arm and listen to him talk. Or…maybe they just think he’s crazy for talking to a chicken? I sure do!
They also really love roosting on his shoulder, although I don’t think he’s quite as comfortable with that!
The answer, of course, is no it didn’t poop on him. I wouldn’t have been mean enough to snap a picture of that. But it was funny to see him get so nervous about it!
As far as growth updates, I’d say they are hitting puberty. They go back and forth between peeping like chicks and clucking like chickens, which really reminds me of boys during that phase of life!
They’ve also finally started eating some table scraps. These crazy birds really love cabbage! So funny. I’ve tried a variety of things, and the only decent response has been to strawberry scraps and cabbage scraps. They turn their noses up at everything else! Who knew chickens were picky?
All in all, our chickens are growing at an impressive rate. I’m anxiously awaiting our first eggs, but I know it will be awhile before that starts up. I’m hoping for August, though!