Mothers Day was great. My oldest son helped me get the new poultry net fence going. I had set it up, several times if the truth is told, on Saturday, and had read the directions to electrify it, but finally decided it was beyond me. My pride was smarting, but the whole area of electricity is foreign and scary, and the components were from different companies and all the directions didn't mesh...BUT once it was functioning, I put the three year old girls out there to take care of bugs and the garden I was starting to till.
Without the largest girls, broody Mama decided it was safe enough to bring the new babies out. They were hatched on Wed. And I gave them to her Thursday night. On Sat I noticed that she still had one fake egg, so I grabbed it, and there was water and food in the crate with them. The babies had been eating and drinking, but she hadn't taken them out. Sunday was the day. She had those babies trundling all over in the pen, even though the clumps of grass were difficult for them.
Mama's first chicks were there, in the pen, but she was not welcoming to them, she scared them away from the new babies, poor teens. And the 6 week olds were out in the pen, but seemed to prefer the safety of the big dog crate...as the 12week olds were not welcoming either.
My younger son helped me herd the big girls back to the pen and corral the babies, who have not learned how to get in and out of the coop, or how to be obedient...
It was a fine day.