There’s no doubt about it, they are growing fast. Their curiosity is developing and they love investigating anything new in their cage.
I’ve given them a perch and they are now adept at jumping up on it and even taking a flying leap from the perch to the top of the heater.
One advantage of them getting taller is that I can raise their food and water dispensers so they can’t poo in them so easily.
They have also acquired some older sisters.
Yes, the lady who had promised to get me some ‘poules pondeuses’ finally came round and apologised for taking so long. It would have been most ungrateful to say I no longer wanted them so we quickly prepared the henhouse, bought some ‘grown up’ chicken feed and installed four black hens in the back garden.
Since Monday they have produced seven eggs, bless their little hearts, but it is not going to be easy to learn which is which. Daisy is quickly identifiable because her comb either hasn’t developed or has been pecked off but it’s going to be hard to see distinguishing features on the others. They all have shiny black feathers flecked with copper coloured ones and, so far, no-one appears to be either a bully or hen-pecked.
Perhaps they should have different coloured leg bands?