Today, I did move the babies to where Margie was with the Silkie fuzzies, and I think they had a blast with all the room. I fenced off an area within that pen so that they couldn't go too far (because it's overgrown and I didn't want to have to search through a jungle to find them!), so they had a space of about 15 by 5 feet, maybe a little narrower in a few spots. This area is more secure because it has sturdy welded wire fence outside of it, and it has a lot of cover for safety and deep grass for the babies to disappear into. Which means that I guess they'll be able to be outside on their own very soon.

My babies!
So I took pictures while they were out with me, and then after a nice, long playtime, I brought them back in to the brooder for the night. I then sat and relaxed for about an hour before it was time to get Crash up to bed and close the coops for the night. When I took Crash upstairs, I noticed the sheet over the brooder was knocked down, so I checked on the chicks to make sure they were all in the brooder where they belong. To my absolute horror, Umru was nowhere to be seen. After glancing around the room quickly, I had the horrifying thought that what if I miscounted and forgot to bring Umru in? And the worst part was that I left the pen that they were in open after I brought them in and didn't think twice about it at the time! Umru could have been anywhere if she was outside!
After a quick search outside with the big flashlight, during which I was practically sobbing with worry, I came back in to search my room again because I could swear I saw Umru come out of the cat carrier inside when I brought them in. I looked everywhere in my room, even places I know the chicks can't get to. No sign of Umru! Finally, I looked over the brooder again, and that's when I heard the tarp crinkle at the opposite end of the brooder from where the rest of the chicks were. Umru had somehow gotten between the wall and the tarp and couldn't get back out again.
All of my birds are safe and sound tonight. I counted all of them several times to be sure. And that includes a certain troublemaking little featherless Brahma.
Aaaanyway, on to the pictures I got today! First off, each of the babies at 5 weeks and 1 day old (since I missed exactly 5 weeks...

)! Getting them to pose in my lap anymore is impossible (if you couldn't tell by the past few weeks' pictures), so I just grabbed pictures of them on the ground when I could.
Miss Callette:
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Cazzie Darling:
Donnie Boy Blue (his band isn't as tight as it looks in this picture--trust me, I checked immediately after taking it!) :
Endymion, the exception to their pictures 'on the ground':
Fabulous Flury:
My little Izzy-bizzy:
Precious Lydda:
Beautiful Rooska:
And the gawky one, Umru:
A few more pictures. Here's Endymion and Cazzie on the cat carrier:
Endymion again. The pen they were in this afternoon is right beside the chicken yard, so they were getting a lot of looks, especially from the Silkie fuzzies who didn't seem to appreciate having anyone younger in the flock than them. It was thanks to the funny looks from the Silkie that I realized that the nickname I had given Endymion, Endy, sounds an awful lot like Indigo's nickname, Indi. So I've been moving away from Endy as a nickname for her, and thinking about maybe Dym or Dymi instead.
And then there's Cazzie, showing her usual amount of attitude.
Cazzie found a rock. No idea why she wanted to stand on it so badly, but she found it first!
My pretty Rooska coming over.
Flury. Did I mention how fabulous she is? This is her showing it.
She then hopped into my lap and became a puddle of floofiness.
My darling Callette.

Lydda was too busy flying around in all their space, but Callette made time for some cuddles.
"Less pictures, more cuddles."
Rooska was snuggly, too.
And this is what happens when Izzy doesn't get enough attention, I guess.

Up on my shoulder again. I love how her beard is coming in, though, in those little tufts on the sides of her face!