We've had the chicks for a week now. Each has developed her own personality and they all respond to my voice when I walk into the room. All I have to say is, "Hey Girls," and they start peeping wildly. Well, sometimes it takes a little while for the Rhode Island Red ("Red" for now) to pipe in because she likes sleeping in--kind of like Benjamin, my Godson, who helped pick her out. It's not uncommon for the eldest in the bunch, the Silver Laced Wyandotte ("Silver" for now), to give Red a few hard beak pokes, "get up, get up; our person is here!"
Silver is a little over two weeks old and is itching to hunt for grub and find a dirt bath. When I put the flock on a big towel, Silver scratches and rolls, and scratches some more. Taking lessons from the elder, the Americauna ("No name" for now) makes an earnest attempt to scratch 'n role, but has a ways to go on technique. She's also the most tranquil of the bunch and takes no time falling asleep in my cupped hands.
Red can't stand it when she's separated from any of her siblings and peeps at a decibel level I did not know existed. They still sleep huddled together, and Silver--every watchful--is the last to nod off and the first to wake up. By the way, did you know that chickens have eyelids and they close from the bottom-up!
