Week Old Chickies

We are a week and a half into our chickydom, and they have been viewed by many small friends and survived our pattings and lovings. Their wing feathers have grown in and they seem to take delight in stretching their miniature wings and flapping about in the sawdusty world. Now their tail feathers are starting to grow in. The process is fascinating for all of us. Of course, as they grow, so does their size and quantity of poop, but that's good for the garden, right? This week their chickeny instincts of scratching and pecking kicked in, and on Wednesday when I was lying in bed with the flu, the constant sound of their peck, peck, pecking on the bottom of their Sterilite bin was starting to make me a little crazy. I had visions of small chickeny al-quaeda operatives pecking out secret Morse code messages. So I'm working on finishing up their outside home, so as soon as they are feathery enough and the weather cooperates, they can take their pecking outside. But even with the pecking, we still think they are pretty wonderful and love to watch them socializing and taking dominion of their bin.

Our chickeny life in a bin.

Zarli also loves the chickies!

Pansy in the Chicky Cam.