Got my chicks out to free range for the first time today. They are 10 days old and really starting to scratch a lot in their brooder box, so I thought to give it a try. We had 96 degree temps today so I didn't have to worry about them getting cold, so I went for it. They did really well. They were apprehensive at first but quickly took to doing what their instincts told them to. It was a lot of fun to see! My biggest buckeye chick even caught its first spider, a few nabbed a small worm or roly poly bug. I found myself mesmerized by their feeding behavior; it was certainly my entertainment for the evening (not to mention it entertained my kids, my wife, three neighbor kids and a couple neighbors too).
Between my kids and I we've named a few of them:
Big Red (largest of the Buckeyes and a prominent red color - I'm a Husker fan, I couldn't help it)
Fuzzy (my oldest daughter named a Faverolle that is noticeably fluffier than the others)
Blondie (smallest of the Buckeyes with a noticeable blond color to the primary feathers compared to the others)
And the best name so far, courtesy of my three year old daughter...Bubbles. She picked the smallest (I think bantam) Faverolle and for whatever reason the name Bubbles came to her. Hopefully it's a girl or we'll have to come up with a boy name (maybe it'll be Dinner).
Just had to share a little of my joy today. This new adventure has been truly great thus far. I anticipated that owning chickens would be exciting and enjoyable and I couldn't have been more right. What I didn't anticipate is how wholeheartedly the chicks would pull my wife in to owning chickens. She's really enamored with the little fuzzballs. I knew my kids would dig it, there was never really any question there, but they obsess a little about checking on chicks, getting to help with feed and water, and petting them at every chance they get.
Blessings to all of you!
Nate