Well, it's official. My girls hate me. The first batch (5 chicks -- lost one to a hawk) is about 8 weeks old now and the other girls (7 chicks, including replacement silkie for hawk breakfast) are 3-4 weeks old. And they're still inside in their brooder. Don't get me wrong, they're outside all day from about 9am (or whenever it's warm enough) until nearly 8pm at night in an 8 x 8 portable pen we built for them. We just haven't been able to finish the outdoor coop yet, so the poor things are still in my laundry room, under the counter. It's maybe a 3 x 4 space. Sigh. My inability to provide them outdoor housing at night is not for lack of desire, more like lack of experience/skills. But I love my girls and really enjoy hanging out with them and watching them interact. They love to get some treats from us like my kids' leftover oatmeal, or jasmine rice, and if we have no yummy leftovers, we get a handful of thistle seed from our birdfeeder stash. It's so funny to watch the feeding frenzy. So, here they are. First up, the Blue Laced Red Wyandottes: Peepers -- has a suspiciously pinker and wider comb than the rest of the blrws, so I'm wondering... Luna Izzy Clover, nibbling her namesake. FuzzyUzzy, auracana on bottom right, with all 4 BLRWs Tinkerbelle, auracana Our two silkies, weeks apart, but this is the only baby the older silkie doesn't peck at. Fly, our much-larger-than-everyone-else Speckled Sussex. Not sure what she's been eating... Bandit, also S. Sussex, with a meek peepers in the bg. Bandit and the silkie are the worst about harassing (read: pecking) the babies. Rosie, Gold Laced Wyandotte Speck also doesn't peck the new silkie, tho she's much smaller than the other silkie.