...and now the chicks!
Living here means hatching eggs mostly need to be sent by airmail, unless you happen to know or find someone who has the fertile eggs you want, when you want them. I've had hatch rates of 75% and over in the past with shipped eggs but this year's first hatch was really bad - I think that was mostly a fertility issue though. A few breeds were complete failures but I ended up with four Light Sussex chicks and one Norfolk Grey. They're four and a half weeks old now.
The Norfolk Grey hatched with a partially unabsorbed and ruptured yolk and for the first week I didn't think it was going to make it. It's definitely not quite right and I'm still half expecting it to just up and die one day, but I won't cull while it seems to be getting on ok. Tbf, this was an
especially unflattering photo I caught yesterday
Two of the LS started getting big, pink combs at around two weeks.
One was big and feathered out fast, bold but very quickly learnt not to jump up on me and has been much politer since. He's really patient with the younger chicks too, only time I've seen him give a corrective peck was when they first met at 4 weeks / 4 days old and one of the tiny Shetland chicks tried to eat his comb.
The other one is smaller and has feathered out much more slowly than any of the others. He's not great about respecting my space and seems to start a lot of the squabbles between the bigger chicks. Also the only one I've seen going after the younger chicks for no apparent reason - the others only do it if the babies are getting in the way of the first meal of the day or after their feeder's been empty for a bit, or the babies are doing something else to deserve it. Although it was pretty funny the other day when I watched him square up to one of the smallest Shetland chicks - full on, hackles right up, fight-me stance - and then very sheepishly back down and run away. Just keeping him until he's big enough to be worth eating, unless his behaviour becomes unbearable before that.
The third LS feathered out faster and in a slightly different way (different order, much more tail and a big fluffy saddle pillow, less black at the hackle) to the others. Between that and her posture and general demeanour I was
sure she was a pullet. Then at just over three weeks old, "her" comb started turning pink and (s)he suddenly looked very wattley

This was yesterday (you can just about see where the mean teenage pullet managed to peck at her eye through some mesh when she was a few days old) -
The last one feathered out the same way as the definite boys, at a speed between the two. It still has a smaller yellow comb, just to keep me guessing, and not much in the way of a personality.
They got lucky with the weather the week they hatched, so they've been outside for hours and hours almost every day since two days old. Really good about trying new foods and foraging for themselves - even the NG, in attitude if not ability. One of them was dust bathing at two days old. From looking back through photos at the different spots I was putting their run in, I think around 12 days old was when they developed the strength and coordination to really graze on grass and other plants.
10 days old:
20 days old:
23 & 25 days old. This was when they suddenly stopped looking like babies:
They started choosing to spend at least part of the night up there at four weeks old. Gave them a longer, wider roost and a few (4?) days later, most of them are roosting for most of the night. There's often one or two in a pile next to the roost when I look in, but not always the same ones. The only reason they aren't outside already is that I want to put them and the younger chicks all out together, now they're integrated.