Saturday, June 12, 2010

Livin' La Vida Afuera

The Peepies turned three weeks old this Thursday. I was too busy to do anything about it, but today after I got home from work I made them a little pen out back for some fresh air:

They were 1) not happy to be corralled into the cat carrier and 2) not happy to have to wait for their dinner. They sat huddled in the sunshine appraising their new situation. When I put their pan of kibble down they begrudgingly said it was okay. Same when I put a pan of water down for them to bathe and have a little salad:

Suspicious Peepie minds

After dinner and a bath they felt better about things, and spent the next few hours sitting around and chatting about the day's events.

The bigger chicks—Big Spots, Blonde, and No Spots—are now a meaty two-handsful when I pick them up. Again, they weren't thrilled when it was time for their shuttle-cab back to the coop, but they were happy to be home once they arrived.

Still no quacking, still all down. Just more of it.

1 comment:

David Scott said...

Video please