Our chicken raising has been going much more smoothly since the last posts. We now have seven city kids (raised by us) and eight country kids (raised by their mums). They are growing up protected from dogs and foxes in a chicken run sheltered by an asparagus forest and a sunflower jungle. They are some beautiful chicks. Romy (pictured above) is our eldest son.
When the city chicks moved outdoors, they were a little confused when the sun went down as they'd spent their first four weeks under artificial light. They'd run around outside crying for us to turn the lights back on and we had to lock them in their roost while they got used to the idea. Their 3rd night outside I went out to settle them into bed and being overwhelmed by the cuteness of their snuggling ran back into the house to get my camera. When I came back out, Romy was out of bed, watching to see where I had gone. When he saw me coming back, he yelled, "Mum's coming! Get back into bed!" and ran back to the roost. They have been happy in their new home ever since.
