We knew this would happen, didn’t we?
Meet Pip (Pippy Longstocking):
She is a Silver-Laced Polish, so she is going to be rocking some fabulous hurr pretty soon.
And meet, Scout and Elphaba:
Two beautiful Blue-Laced Wyandottes.
They were all one day old when we brought them home, and they’ve gotten a lot of cuddling time in since then–including a lot of passed-out-cold-I’m-so-exhausted-from-being-cute-and-fluffy time.
So hilarious. So cute.
At about week three, they began to enter the teenage phase…and things started to get awkward.
Pip began to sprout some interesting hair, you know…like teenagers do:
And all the kids started to get a little gangly:
I love the Velociraptor stage.
You know who else loved it? Our nephew. He was beyond impressed with how Pip loves to perch on shoulders and heads. He was also pretty impressed with her ‘do.
Because, I mean…who wouldn’t be?
And, of course, we’ve already broken them in with #drinkingwithchickens cocktail hour. They’re already old pros; look at that judgey-chicken-face that Pip is sporting:
As of this post, we are five weeks old and almost fully-feathered, which means in about another week we will transition them to the brooder run in the chicken garden. They’ll live and roost there for awhile, getting acclimated to the older girls and the outside world through the safety of hardware cloth walls. Baby steps.
I also thought that now would be a good time to share an update on the rest of our flock. Sadly, we lost two of our older girls last year: Gertrude, our Rhode Island Red, and Eloise, one of our Buff Orpingtons. Both were favorites of mine, and both deaths were really devastating.
Our current outside flock:
Beatrix Potter (Easter Egger), Veruca Salt (Lavender Orpington), Clementine (Buff Orpington), and Annabel Lee (Easter Egger, showing off her good side).
Lots of chickening happening around here right now. And that’s the way I like it.