I just moved the chicks, Kitty and Anne into a bigger crate (it’s actually Buds crate, but he has two) over the weekend. It’s like a chick playground. A rock to stand on, a high roosting branch and another branch to climb on. There’s plenty of food and water of course, and a chick stick for them to peck at.
But it’s almost as if they’ve already worn out their new home and are looking to see what else is going on in the world around them.
They are curious chicks and eventually they’ll be in the barn, still in the crate with a heat lamp and in the company of the newly arrived barn swallows. I wonder what they’ll make of that.
You can see the feathers on Anne’s feet in this photo. The chicks are no longer little yellow balls of fluff. Their beaks are much more prominent with recognizable markings and when they’re standing straight up, you can see the down at the tops of their legs like pantaloons.