This will be my last post on this thread before moving to a new thread when I get my new chicks next week (

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I wanted to share some of the more lighthearted stories I forgot to share before it all went downhill and I learned some harder lessons.
So to start off with, Slurpee is still around. The extra barricades on the door seem to keep that raccoon b****** out. And I don't think they can reach the latches on the egg doors (although more fortification is coming there soon anyway because at this point any risk is being evaluated as a direct threat).
None of the Welsummers particularly became very people friendly, despite me hand raising them for six(?) weeks in the house, but Slurpee has become a bit more docile with people sans other friends. Maybe while the new chicks are being raised she'll warm up a little more.
So while I was raising them in the house, Soft Serve (AKA "Teal," AKA "Blue-Green") was my little water tower watcher. She'd always sit up on the water to get a better view of things and was frequently the cause of the water being tipped over once she was really too big for that. (This is also the reason that the entire carpet in that room needed to be replaced after the brooder was removed. Tarp next time. Tarp.

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Blizzard of course was incredibly bold (compared to the other Welsummers at least) and would be the first to take treats. She was also prone to nibbling fingers and being a little brat. While Custard was the first to escape the brooder while it was unzipped for weighing them, it was Blizzard who figured out how to unzip the brooder herself and escape on her own. Multiple times I woke up in the morning to a chicken or two outside the brooder just WANDERING around. Don't fool yourself into thinking chickens can't learn to open zippers, then absolutely can. And I'm like 70% sure it was Blizzard who first figured it out. The rest quickly followed and from then on I had to ziptie the two zippers together so that the darn chickens couldn't open the brooder and escape.
Moving the 6(?) week old chickens from the upstairs bedroom, downstairs, across the yard, to the coop, was a TRICK. previously whenever they had to move rooms they were small enough to fit in a large tubberware container. Now they were big and I could only fit one in there and they were very eager to escape. So I had to teach my family and boyfriend how to safely hold the chickens. I would catch them in the brooder, hand them to one of my "volunteers" and we quickly had a little train of people carrying chickens downstairs, out the door, and across the yard. Catching Pistachio was easy, she was always easier to pet and handle than the Welsummers were, and the first two Welsummers came fairly easily. But after that they began to get nervous and harder to catch. On top of that, one of them escaped and began running around the room while I was trying to keep the chicken train going. Very tricky business transporting squirrelly chickens.
The first few weeks they barely left the coop, outside was new and scary.
But by the time spring properly rolled around, they had decimated the grass in their run. They really REALLY liked eating grass. I offered them bunches of clover after the grass was gone, but they never ate it in front of me (but it was mysteriously gone when I checked on them next).
I caught one of them sticking their head outside the run through the gap to nip at grass which made me a little nervous about them getting stuck like that, but they seemed to be able to get it back in alright (even it looked pretty funny when they pulled their head back in. I actually got a picture at the PERFECT time.). I may still make it so they can't do that. It makes me nervous, especially after everything.
When the dandelions started popping up all over the place, I gave them handfuls of those as well before they inevitably turned all fuzzy. Like the clover, they didn't eat this while I was around but was always gone when I came back.
And this is around the time that the losses started happening, so I will skip ahead to now.
Slurpee, as I said, is getting more friendly with people, and my grandma is now obsessed with giving her big handfuls of mealworms whenever she goes out there (my grandma feels terrible about what happened and has taken to spoiling Slurpee), and Slurpee even lets herself be petted (a little.... sometimes....).
Today Slurpee let me hand feed her some large clover leaves while I was inspecting the coop. I couldn't pet her though (I think she likes my grandma more

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And that's the majority of it. I never really caught them eating bugs outside (although while I was brooding them I bought a box of 50 crickets and let them "practice" hunting. They had eaten the vast majority in half an hour, and all of them within an hour).
Keep an eye out Monday or Tuesday for a new thread with my next batch of chicks, who will hopefully keep Slurpee company once they're big enough and integrated properly.