Premature vocalization

THIS little guy was crowing today.

Is he an Oscar, or an Orlando?

It sounded like someone stepped on a squeaky toy.   I think he was appropriately embarrassed and  didn’t do it again.  Hope he puts that project on the back burner for a few months. I wouldn’t have thought it possible if I weren’t looking right at him.

Exactly two months old today

I’m like, You!  You are barely 12 inches tall at your full stretch.  You have nothing to crow about yet!

The teens are so cute!! Bright yellow, big feet, that they have yet to grow into, like puppies.  The teens have a set of baby sibling tag-alongs- the four young chicks of Ursa’s, and they (teens) tag along on the Family (Philippe and the Cheeks etc).  Galahad escorted them down the path to the house the other day (And here, at times, there are snacks), and now they show up daily, but they feel better if the Family is already there.  Moochers of the future.

But which is which?

That would be Oscar and Orlando up front. 

I don’t care how tall you stand, you’ve got no business crowing about it.  Clearly, Toffee’s offspring.

Philippe was finding it warm today.  Another record setting hot one, and most of the chickens were adopting Airplane Pose.

Ursa Minor’s four chicks have been on their own for a week.  Surprisingly early!  I haven’t looked if they’re still cuddling in the coop, but during the day, there seems to be no further attachment, except to each other.  They’re a little peeping squad.  They seem to be role-modeling on the teens these days.

It’s really something: now I’ve got chicks that were born here, that were born to chickens that were born here, and their behaviour is remarkably different from the first gens.  They’re so confident. So early – still tiny, miniature chickens still fuzzy around the neck- and they project Yeah, I got this, world!  No questions or hesitancy.  I’m a chicken!  Hear me r–!   Oh, wait…”