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We had another playtime outside today! Frou-frou was unhappy about being subjected to the outside world again. She made that quite clear in the looks she kept shooting me.
We were visited by one of the oldest hens in the flock, Easter-egger Cub.
Cub showed us some preening techniques. SWSSU, Iddy Biddy, and Pip watched closely as she demonstrated. (The chicks aren't small, either--Cubby's just that big!)
Frou-frou stayed in the same general spot the entire time she was out. The others, though, were busy with chickeny things like scratching.
Fancy found a particularly good spot to scratch and worked on it a long while.
After some time, Frou-frou did rotate in place.
She then rotated back, noticing that she had been caught.
The Guinea fowl started to scream, causing Fancy, Iddy Biddy, and Pip to freeze and listen.
Meanwhile, Frou-frou stayed put, stretching...
...And preening...
...Until I encouraged her to walk around. At that point, she spotted the feeder and began to eat as if she never thought she would see chick crumbles again in her life!
Finally, the heat got to be too much for me, and so I boxed up the babies to come back in. Fancy wasn't ready to go inside...
...But there wasn't any way I was going to trust that flimsy structure to keep them safe on their own.
I brought in a stick and added it to their brooder to perch on. Here is Pip, my reluctant model:
It's supposed to be rainy and stormy tomorrow (which is a good thing!), so I probably won't take the little ones out. Instead, I'll just have to find something else for them to do...
We were visited by one of the oldest hens in the flock, Easter-egger Cub.
Cub showed us some preening techniques. SWSSU, Iddy Biddy, and Pip watched closely as she demonstrated. (The chicks aren't small, either--Cubby's just that big!)
Frou-frou stayed in the same general spot the entire time she was out. The others, though, were busy with chickeny things like scratching.
Fancy found a particularly good spot to scratch and worked on it a long while.
After some time, Frou-frou did rotate in place.
She then rotated back, noticing that she had been caught.
The Guinea fowl started to scream, causing Fancy, Iddy Biddy, and Pip to freeze and listen.
Meanwhile, Frou-frou stayed put, stretching...
...And preening...
...Until I encouraged her to walk around. At that point, she spotted the feeder and began to eat as if she never thought she would see chick crumbles again in her life!
Finally, the heat got to be too much for me, and so I boxed up the babies to come back in. Fancy wasn't ready to go inside...
...But there wasn't any way I was going to trust that flimsy structure to keep them safe on their own.
I brought in a stick and added it to their brooder to perch on. Here is Pip, my reluctant model:
It's supposed to be rainy and stormy tomorrow (which is a good thing!), so I probably won't take the little ones out. Instead, I'll just have to find something else for them to do...