Annnnnnd, we’ve reached the month mile-marker. 50 chicks, all still happy, all still sassy. Their sass is actually increasing to compensate for the awkwardness they feel in losing their baby feathers. There’s a bit of Saved By the Bell action going on in there… lots of posturing, lots of flapping, lots of mischief.
This week, they’ve killed another 50# bag of feed and I have officially let them out of the circular pen to wander at will during daylight. They still choose to stay close to the water and mound of grain but are learning to explore and peck with each day. It’s hard to remember they’re only a month old… they’re enormous!