Cheeep Cheeep go the chickens …. *almost* all of the time. Constant like toddler bickering the cheeping goes on. Cuteness gives way to persistence and with this migraine anything repetitive is bad. Anyway….
While they are very little they are living in a deep plastic container filled with light pet bedding material over newspaper. The bedding is kinda like wood shavings and they’ve been scratching at this consistently which I think is good behaviour for baby chickens. What do I know? Nothing except the Cheeep cheep cheeping.
We have no idea if they are male or female yet. Should we end up with roosters we will probably need to have them putdown as the council won’t let us keep them. Was it a good idea letting the kids name them?
Chilli is the darkest in colour and eldest based on size. She loves a good head rub. She is officially mum&dads chicken.
Isabella is the palest in colour and definitely the fattest and most adventurous. She eats eats eats all of the time and is Kat’s chicken.
Freddy is the smallest of the three and is more brown than yellow but not as dark as Chilli. She is Aidan’s chicken so has been almost cuddled to death but doesn’t seem to mind.
We took them out into the backyard yesterday… Chhep cheep chheeeeep. They went nuts loving the fresh grass to pull and scratch at. However we have to be vigilant, as the pair of magpies that we regularly hand feed seemed more than a little interested in a chicklet for lunch. Magbert (as one of these magpies is called) tried getting into the chicks plastic box when we weren’t looking and swooped the babies twice. We suspect the maggies have babies of their own in their Norfolk pine nest, as they’ve been begging more regularly in recent days.
No harm came to the chickadees but we brought them inside and let them dance with the remote control R2D2 instead. Cheeep cheep Cheeep
Family ritual of tapas/fingerfood and watching Sydney Weekender on Saturday afternoon was accompanied by more Chhep Cheeep cheeping and D did ask the question… Do they ever stop cheeping?
Another hour went by and our excited kids had been fed bathed and put into bed..lights out. It was then that we heard it… silence.
Quietly peeping into the chickens box we could see them all curled up on top of each other, sound asleep. Lights out for you three as well. So cute.
Seems our family just grew by three balls of cheeping fluff.