Monday
morning, I opened the door to the building where we're keeping our
chicks and something skittered away to hide in the corner. Was it
a mouse drawn to the open bag of chick feed? Nope, it was a chick
who had hopped all the way out of the brood box and then flown or
fallen to the floor.
Even though I put a lid
on the end of the brooder where our homemade chicken
waterer's mount
provided chicks with a handy stopping stool, our little cockerels were
clearly ready for a bigger home. I caught one perched on
the top of the box, then on Tuesday had to chase down two chicks who
had flown out and were busily exploring the seed starting area on the
floor.
As
a result, I was thrilled when Mark pushed through the heat on Tuesday
to finish up the chicken
coop and expand our
chicks' home by a factor of ten. It took the cockerels about a
minute to get their bearings, but then they started to peck and scratch
like mad. I'm not sure what, if anything, they were actually
finding to eat --- I suspect the chicks were just practicing their
foraging, testing out sticks and stones and leaves to see which ones
tasted like food.
Two weeks is very early
to move chicks outside, but the weather has been unseasonably warm and
I've given them a heat lamp to take the chill off the spring
nights. Next week, we'll let them out of the coop and into the
as-yet-unbuilt pasture, the true start to our forest
pasture experiment.