These last three weeks have flown by and the chicks are growing quickly. The growth difference between the chicks is quite interesting. They all have their wing feathers now and most have their tail feathers others has started on their neck and head while, others are working on their bellies. Some are starting to give us signs which are the cockerels with the pink/red combs and the cocky rooster strut. Some are difference in size as well, though it might be the feathers then actual body size. Watching them grow is really fun!
We've got a routine down waking up in the morning, cleaning and replenishing their food and water. Doing this causes them to go wild, some jump around from one side of the brooder to the other, while others chirp and scratch in the bedding a few like to jump on the water or feed containers while I'm trying to pull them out. Their energy level has risen quite a bit and go absolutely nuts when I scatter meal worms as a treat in the brooder. There two chicks that when they find anything will run around the brooder playing what I call chicken ball, chirping and dodging other chicks. Most times the other chicks couldn't care a less as they are enjoying the meal worms in front of them, its a great bit of time and a challenge to not give them treat all the time.
We took them outside last Sunday and at first they all huddled on the side we placed them. Once a few chicks started investigating the pinned area they scattered around scratching at the grass eating bugs and enjoying the new environment. Our cabbages had some caterpillars which devoured them loosing all of them except for one head. Luckily I found some of them fed them to the chicks. It's interesting to see their minds work out is it safe, is it food, IT'S FOOD!!!!
So far all of them are not scared of us as we do try to handle all of them. The issue though is many of them look similar to the others and it can prove difficult to know which is which and if I just handle it.
We've only given one an official name of Joe. As a kid we had a RIR rooster that we named Joe after chicken and joes (for those that don't know that fried chicken and potatoes wedges). I always loved that rooster and wanted to continue the name. I felt Joe was a good gender neutral name, just encase Joe was a pullet, which looking at the comb would say pullet. Joe is a cuddle monster. When we open the top portion of the brooder she will jump up and demand to be held. We try to give her meal worms, but she looks at them and randomly peaks at a piece of thread on my pants, sweetly chirping. When Joe decides to go on a adventure its not much further than an arms length. She's the most feathered out and largest of them all. We've "named" a few others, one named Chicken Little because it peeps in distress all the time and is the loudest. Lately we've noticed it's the "bully" in the flock and will grab some feathers and not let go. It has a redish comb and if it doesn't act right it will be the first become dinner. Another we named Juan, because while growing it's wing feathers it had a wonky feather that stuck out, but now it's lost that feather and we have no way to know which one it is.
While watching the chicks as we do often my wife sneezed loudly and every single chick ran to the edge of the brooder and laid down. It took awhile and meal worms to get them back to normal. Our little dog always follows us into the room and boy she's jealous of the attention we're giving to the chicks. So I decided well how about Lucy meets the chicks, I picked her up and placed her in the brooder (fyi she's old and doesn't have teeth anymore and I didn't let go of her completely). Every chick swarmed her and she was like "oh hell no get me out of here", she's still jealous.
I got the trusses made and have started to install them, but keep on running out of power on my drill so I get started then have to stop. By the end of this week I'll have a completed coop, since I'm on furlough again and will have the time to get it done.
Every week that goes by has been such a joy having these little chicks in my life. Even after loosing two the joy they give me makes up for that and extra for the craze of the world.