It's been a long month, but here we are again! My babies have turned 5 months old!
Ah, and they're growing up so fast. We've already had our first squat of the group from none other than little Iddy Biddy bird! I have begun to retrain myself to refer to them as the pullets instead of the babies (except for Frou-frou--she's my big baby!), which is not easy, I might add.
These darlings are doing really well for free-ranging, no longer heading down the driveway but once in a long while. Their standing in the flock is coming up, too, for there are several Easter-eggers that won't mess with Poggy or Biddy. Others, though, won't even look the big girls in the eye (*cough-Frouf'-cough*).
And that's about it for news, so on to the pictures!
Frou-frou, my big baby girl!
If love was a chicken, Frou-frou would be its image.

This girl comes running whenever she sees me. She would live in my arms if I let her, I suspect.
Frouf' likes to think she's tough, too. Any time the pullets are playing around, she runs in with her neck feathers out to break it up! Then, if an adult bird gives her a cross look, she comes running for me to save her.

See why I call her my big baby?
The pretty Partridge Rocks, Fancy and SWSSU!
Fancy, my little diva. She did not want her picture taken and made me work for it. At last, I caught her posing by the water.
By golly, though, I was not to get another good picture of her. I wanted to show how pretty and shapely she's gotten, but she just hunched there and, well, showed me what she thought of this whole deal.
Anyway, Fancy has the sweetest little voice now! She sounds like a flute when she talks to me, just a-whistling away. She and SWSSU will go running across the chicken yard, and whoever reaches their destination first will turn around for a moment of playful chest-bumping (at which point, Frouf' darts in to break 'em up).
SWSSU, on the other hand, has blossomed into a beauty!
Sweet SWSSU, I always call her. She's so meek and shy, and talks to me nervously when I walk with her. She's feisty enough to take a swing at me if I dare try to pet her, but skittish enough not to let me hold her without some wing-flapping.
This girl has just the right shape, to me. I love how her tail is and the nice way her neck angles...

And her feathers are just so soft--when she lets me pet her, that is!
The beautifully brave Speckled Sussex, Poggy and Biddy!
Dear Poggy, the accident prone!
Poggy is the one that goes out of her way to make sure she's dominant in the flock. Thus far, she has been the reason for a handful of the Easter-eggers allowing the pullets to be higher-ranking.
Poggy's managed to hurt her foot somehow (because she's so graceful when it comes to these things), so don't mind how she's standing. She's normally quite tall, the tallest of the pullets.
And finally, Biddy the brave! Conqueror of such scary beasts as the dumpcart!
Biddy, the smallest of the bunch, doesn't stand down to anyone or anything. As a matter of fact, she can be quite the pain in the rear when you're trying to do something in the chicken yard, because she's always there and always into whatever you're doing.
Biddy, as stated above, was
the first of the pullets to squat. Here she is on November 1st, the day of her first squat:
(She's always super happy when I take pictures of her.

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...And that is all for this month's photo op!