Baby Chicks at 3 Weeks old. |
Chicks at 6 weeks old. Favorite treat is Watermelon! |
I introduced them to my grandkids when they were 6 weeks old. My grandson wasn't real thrilled (he is 4) but my granddaughter (age 6) is a future farmgirl. She took to them immediately and they took to her as well. They walked right up to her so she naturally just bent over and scooped them up one at a time.
Granddaughter holding Goldie |
After allowing my granddaughter to pick them up, this Buff Orpington, who I call 'Goldie' now wants to get up in my chair with me every morning. She will peck around on my shoes until I pick her up. Then she will either sit in my lap or on the arm of my chair next to me.
Goldie, my new best friend. |
They are really starting to display their own little personalities too. This helped me figure out a name for each of them to. We have the two Black Australorp's, "Alice" the biggest chicken of the flock, and "Tiny" the runt of them all. Two Rhode Island Red's, "Red" the darkest RIR and "Lucy" the lighter colored of the two. Then there is "Goldie" is the bigger of the two Buff Orpingtons and "Buffy" the smaller one. And finally "Barbara" is the girl Barred Rock, and "Barry" my other Barred Rock, that I believe is a boy. Just take a look at the difference in Barry and Barbara's combs in the picture below. You can't really see it in this picture but he is already getting a little red wattle too. Barry is the one who rounds up the stragglers each evening before the ADOR Automatic Chicken Coop Door closes. (Read my review of the ADOR here) He runs around making an urgent sounding squawk, flapping his wings, then once he has everyone's attention he goes up the ramp and into the coop. The stragglers always follow him.
It seems that the chickens are a hit with everyone. Our dog Daisy (miniature Schnauzer) wants to chase them. She spends her entire day stationed at the fence whinning at the chickens and jumping up everytime they wonder near her. I would NEVER let her in the run because she would surely attack the chickens. (terrier just runs too strong in her blood.)
Daisy vigilantly watching the chickens through the fence. |
Our cats love spending some time at the fence too. They get bored pretty quickly but they still make their first stop outside by the chicken run...then they go hunt lizards.
Harry watching Live Chicken TV. |
Interestingly I have no pictures of my Boston Terrier Piggy watching the chickens...because she couldn't care less about them. We were most worried about how she might be around the chickens because she is a notorious cat chaser (but not our cats?), but she looks over at the run and goes about her business, not even the least bit interested.
So the babies continue to grow and feather out and show more and more of their personalities every day. I am so happy that I finally made the decision to raise chickens again...I cannot express in words how much enjoyment I get out of spending time with these little critters. I even leave my bedroom window open at night (our bedroom wall is one of the walls to the chicken run) so I can hear them making their little chicken mumbling sounds at night. I wake each morning to the sound of them emerging from the coop at dawn. I don't know how my husband is going to like the sound of a rooster each morning (if Barry turns out to be a boy), but I know I am going to love it. I grew up to the sounds of chickens and I hope to spend the rest of my days doing the same.
Keeper of 1 husband, 2 grandkids, 3 dogs,
3 cats, and 17 Chickens!
3 cats, and 17 Chickens!
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