I love chickens at every age and stage, but the older "adolescent" chicks that are half feathers and half fuzz are especially near and dear to my heart. It’s that glorious age when they begin flapping upward on newly discovered wings to observe their world from the side of the brooder. It’s ALSO that age when they begin flap-running up your arm, to your shoulder, to the top of your head every time you stick your hand in the brooder. I want to see pictures of your adorably fuzzy, scruffy "diamonds in the rough." To start the ball rolling, I'll post a couple pictures of my Barred Rock, Petra. Enjoy!
