I moved the chicks/pullets up the hill today to the pen and coop. Here they are, looking out from their nest box roost for the night. They are still pretty young and have just come from the growing cage, so they sleep together in a pile. At least they're up off the floor. We'll work on the roosting thing later. I tried to get them into a better picture, but they were "chicken" and were trying their best to hide. There are FIVE of them in there. See there in the back? That little black butt peeking out? It's a left-over from a hatch gone bad. Lori calls him Toby. He's all by himself in the world and I had to put him in with these hooligans. He's had to adapt to these big ones, which are all from the same, much earlier hatch. I think there is 6-8 weeks between them. They didn't like him at first, and might have killed him beating him up, so I had to separate him in a wire basket within their cage. But they have accepted him, finally, as one of the group, although he still has to step pretty lively around them. It was a comical sight to see them all dustbathing together in a big feathery wad today. Dust was flying everywhere and they were in some sort of chickeny la-la-land, having big fun. It was Toby's first time out in the big world, and he seemed to be having the most fun of all.