Here are the chickens — they’re so goofy looking right now, they seem to be in whatever passes for eighth grade in chicken-dom. Their feet are enormous, and while their feathers are coming in, they’re still not really feathered out (look at their funny tails). But they’re getting little chicken-y personalities, and they like to torment the dogs by flapping their wings.
I took the chooks outside for a little air last week, and here’s Raymond watching them. He spent the entire afternoon out there, occasionally running inside to whine at me that there were birds! birds! out there. In the yard! Birds! The next step is to build the coop. I’ve got a big packing crate that we’re going to recycle, but since it’s snowing again, and wet, and nasty, and well, the chooks are fine out in the shed in their dog crate, it’ll probably be another week or so until we get the coop built.
In the meantime, we’ll all just keep watching the funny things. Funny, smelly, goofy-looking birds.
2 thoughts on “Teenage Chickens”
I always love that stage – when they’re so ugly they’re cute. Can’t wait to see what kind of coop you build!
Hysterical. (And so cute.) But at least they look like chickens, because they’re getting their real feathers. The geese on the island last year had rafts of babies, and they stayed in their fuzz for the longest time, while simultaneously getting huge, especially their feet. They looked like baby dinosaurs.
(By the way, the captcha is saying “rascally Sweden.” Who programs these things??)
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