I'm astonished by the
changes I see in our chicks after a mere five days. When they
arrived a few of them had their first wing feathers poking through,
but most were pure fuzz balls. Now they all have wing feathers,
and are even starting to realize that they are birds. Mark moved
our homemade chicken
waterer to hang on
the wall so that he could raise it up a bit, and our chicks decided the
empty mounting ledges are perfect for practicing vertical hops.
As a short person, I can understand the urge to be taller than everyone
else.
Meanwhile,
their food consumption has been doubling every day. I realized
near the end of day two that the chicks weren't actually eating all of
that food. The palest chick has learned to scratch --- he'll hop
up into the food dish as soon as I fill it and send chick feed hurtling
throughout the brood box. Kind bird that he is, he taught his
friends how too. Although I'm thrilled that our little foragers
are scratching already, the time has come to develop a better feeding
system.