Peek and Boo are adorable names!
Usually I don't have any trouble picking the boys out. I picked seven of the eleven Lavender cockerels out at a week old. lol I still can't tell whether the gimpy SLO is a cockerel or a pullet. I swore up and down it was a male for ages, but it looks just like a well marked, albeit handicapped pullet now. I know I sent off three for sure pullets and a cockerel to a new breeder. The fifth bird was very questionable but looked less cockerel-ish than it's siblings. But now that I have the four left I swore were all males, I don't have a clue. I'll try to grab individual pictures of them all this weekend and post them for the sexing game. I haven't even looked at the two little ones that are in the house. I wanted to move them out but it's in the 80's and humid/huge chance of rain all weekend, so I think that's a terrible idea. For now they are hanging out in a very nice aviary I built for finches in the dining room because the cat would not leave them alone in the tub. He didn't want to hurt them he just sat and watched over them and there was a lot of distressed peeping. Now that they are in the aviary, Anna just watches them all day so they won't be scared of her in the slightest when they are older.
I had a good laugh yesterday. When I went to give the birds some scratch grain to get them back in the run so the dogs could have the big yard, Romanoff slipped past me when I was coming through the gate. He just bounced over to the chickens, touched a few with his nose to say hello and went off to potty. He was trying to get back in the little yard before I even got back with the grain. If Anna had done that it would have looked like a disaster area out there. She's my four-legged demolition squad and the chickens are terrified of her. As was quite evident when Sterling (the only bird currently at the house she's ever caught) jumped about three feet in the air this morning when she startled him from the other side of the fence. Romanoff doesn't bother them in the slightest.
Usually I don't have any trouble picking the boys out. I picked seven of the eleven Lavender cockerels out at a week old. lol I still can't tell whether the gimpy SLO is a cockerel or a pullet. I swore up and down it was a male for ages, but it looks just like a well marked, albeit handicapped pullet now. I know I sent off three for sure pullets and a cockerel to a new breeder. The fifth bird was very questionable but looked less cockerel-ish than it's siblings. But now that I have the four left I swore were all males, I don't have a clue. I'll try to grab individual pictures of them all this weekend and post them for the sexing game. I haven't even looked at the two little ones that are in the house. I wanted to move them out but it's in the 80's and humid/huge chance of rain all weekend, so I think that's a terrible idea. For now they are hanging out in a very nice aviary I built for finches in the dining room because the cat would not leave them alone in the tub. He didn't want to hurt them he just sat and watched over them and there was a lot of distressed peeping. Now that they are in the aviary, Anna just watches them all day so they won't be scared of her in the slightest when they are older.
I had a good laugh yesterday. When I went to give the birds some scratch grain to get them back in the run so the dogs could have the big yard, Romanoff slipped past me when I was coming through the gate. He just bounced over to the chickens, touched a few with his nose to say hello and went off to potty. He was trying to get back in the little yard before I even got back with the grain. If Anna had done that it would have looked like a disaster area out there. She's my four-legged demolition squad and the chickens are terrified of her. As was quite evident when Sterling (the only bird currently at the house she's ever caught) jumped about three feet in the air this morning when she startled him from the other side of the fence. Romanoff doesn't bother them in the slightest.