These little would-be egg layers are getting more hen-like every day... the first images are from four weeks ago. The fuzz has filled in with feathers. In the singular portraits, that's Rupert in my fist and then Pip this morning on the porch. So far, they've eaten 10 pounds of chick starter (we get that from Cordray's... looks like Grape Nuts), and every day they forage in the yard. So far, wild pea and clover are their favorite greens. They also chase and peck at bugs and worms, but I haven't actually seen them eat any. Yet. Besides general curiosity and pecking at everything, they also take plenty of bare-ground dust baths and naps in the shade.
The garden is growing well, too, in all this good sunshine. Had a surprise when transplanting the cucumber seedlings we'd started from seed... when I lifted out the plants to put them in rows, I could suddenly smell fresh-cut cucumber. It was the roots(!) with that clean, crisp cuke smell. Very cool.
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