Baby chickens are like weeds, they grow so clucking fast it's not funny. I think you could almost sit and watch them grow. Each day I notice something new or different about them. Over the course of the past week Vanessa has even changed colour! Initially when we were out choosing the chickens I was worried that the kids in particular had picked two that were quite similar in colour and thought that as they grew it might become difficult to tell them apart. Vanessa (closest to the camera) was only a tiny bit more yellow than Mrs Egg (with her rear to the camera) and they both had white looking feathers on their wings, with Mrs Egg just a tiny bit more pristine white. Left to right: Mrs Egg, Winona, Goldie and Vanessa Fast forward two days later and Vanessa has started sprouting ginger feathers on her chest and above her wings. Currently her wings are beige. Another day or two and Vanessa is looking very different indeed. Now she is colouring up more like
At a week old these little girls are starting to look a lot bigger. They are sprouting new feathers daily, some have tail feathers showing but all have their wings filling out more, every morning it is a surprise. The first time I came across them in a deep sleep I thought they had died, they were spread out flat on the bedding like a little puddle of feathers and fluff. They are now also starting to become more interested in the perch, Winona in particular can often be found perching. Best of all they are becoming quite used to being handled. They relax very quickly and quite enjoy tummy rubs and snuggles. During warm sunny days we have been letting them roam outside in the run so they can spread their wings a bit and forage in the grass. I am finding it much easier to get them back out again now when it is time to go inside, instead of racing away they come to me. Even though it feels like you can almost see them growing when they have a rest on your lap they re