I just got my first Silkie chicks in mid-July. I wasn't told how old they were. I think they were 6 weeks old. I started out with a Maran hen someone gave me because she was lame. She lived with me for a few months and I got attached to her, but when she didn't seem to be getting better I took her to the vet, who told me she had a hip deformity and would always be in pain. So sadly I had to have her euthanized. After that I really missed her and decided to get a couple more chickens, smaller and more suited to be pets. So - Silkies.
My two fluffballs are doing fine. Right now they live in a big pen in my bedroom. I'm pretty attached to them and I enjoy watching their antics. First thing in the morning when I uncover their pen, the first thing they do is play. They chase each other and play fight, rearing up like roosters and kicking at each other. During this morning's chase, the brown (partridge cuckoo?) one ran smack into their roosting perch. He just shook his head and went right back to chasing the other one. I'm wondering if I should start trimming the feathers around their eyes? They're growing new feathers right now, both are covered in pin feathers.
I take them out at least once a day, one at a time, and put them on my lap and stroke them. They're getting more tame, now they put their feet on the palm of my hand, snuggle down, and they're starting to peck at my fingers and arms to explore. It's also a good way to check their health and how they're maturing.
It's funny watching them walk around on those big muff feet that look like those old mukluk boots we used to wear back in the '70's. It's especially funny watching them scratch when they're eating something tasty. The brown one actually moonwalks, sliding backwards as he shuffles his feet. I can tell when they've been eating from their feeder, the shavings are all kicked away in front of it. I give them a couple of tablespoons of chopped greens each morning, usually romaine. They love them - but WILL NOT eat them unless I serve them in a Special Red Dish. As soon as they see that red dish in my hand, the brown one starts his moonwalk routine.
Last night I had a bit of a scare. I went to cover them up for the night and the white one was gone! The sides of their pen are tall and I know they can't fly, and I've never seen them jump that high. I was searching all over the place, when I happened to see something sticking out of their feeder, which is made from a plastic gallon jug (see pic). He had climbed right up, inside the jug, to sleep! Only his tail and a bit of his butt were sticking out. The other one had crowded as close as he could get to that jug, which is how I noticed. I have no idea how he thought he was going to get back out again. Anyway, I got him out. I've now blocked off half of the opening on the jug so he can't climb inside again. I'm glad that I've always made a habit of going to check on them, many times a day.
Of course I don't know their sex yet, though they're changing every day as they mature. I'm calling them "he" for now. The white one has bright blue earlobes, which I've read mean "male" but I've done enough research to know that you can't really tell a Silkie's sex until it crows or lays eggs. The partridge one is getting some long orangey feathers on his neck now, and tonight I noticed some "stringy" tail feathers. Again, signs which I've read could be a rooster. I just want to know so that I can hopefully get a collar if I do have a roo. The way my luck often runs, I'll have two roos. I hope they will get along when they grow up.
Here are a couple of pics...
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They are adorable. Please make sure you are offering chick grit, since you are feeding other food than chick crumbles it's important.
I am the same about the he/she labeling. With the exception of silkies I seem to be almost always right from very early on. With these, I can be observing mannerisms and think rooster and be way off. I may as well just assume rooster and be pleasantly surprised, lol. I have decided since it's the YEAR OF THE ROO, I don't have a chance in 2017.