My first batch of chicks, my black sex links, are officially hens - it is their first birthday. Everyone celebrated by having watermellon. Here they are one year ago. There was a scare the night before. One of them stayed out all night celebrating and didn't come home. Like most good mamas I cried myself to sleep only to wake up and find my wild child safe and sound. Don't know where she was because I looked high and low all night with flashlights and couldn't find her. I had told myself I was prepared that if something happened to them while free ranging that I could handle it only to find that I was really upset. These "black sexies" are so sweet - always running up to us and squatting so we can pet them and pick them up. Only ones that do that. Though I never named them I used to call them Eenie, Meenie, Minee, Mo because I could't tell them apart. My husband woke me the next morning with a cup of coffee to tell me that she was waiting outside hen house like nothing had ever happened. The little shi_ . And I stayed up worried and crying over her and she's out on a drunken bash. If I knew which one it was I would have attached of picture of me kicking her butt.