The first ray of sun

The first ray of sun through the chicken door intrigues the chickens.  Do we want to go out?  Is it cold?  Is it muddy?  Is it windy? Well, it's sunny.In New Silkie land, there are telltale signs of the dirt bath seeing use - dirt sprayed around.  This is promising.  They are becoming real chickens.  A few hens use the space beneath the coop (as I knew they would), for sanctuary, and are reprogramming in peace.  Chicken meditation.Sitting chicken is still with us and coming out of the coop at least part of the day.These guys know what to do with a dirt bath:Look how clean they are. At night now (it's so cute), I take their fence down, and all the "old" Silkies trot out in a line and file up the coop ramp.  Even the covered wagon empties out.  While I go close the other three coops, all of them make their way to bed by themselves.  The Colonel has them all trained.  It's adorable.