Peep! Peep peep peep peep peep!
Here are her wicked step-sisters.
I say that, but things are going fairly well between them all. Peep is living in a separate cage, since she's three weeks younger than the other girls, and her breed, the Cochin, is slow to mature. She's still wee for her age.
Yesterday, though, our country's Independence Day, Peep chose to begin vying for her own independence. Mommy prompted, of course. I let her walk out of her cage on her own. Just walked away from her after opening the door. She scrambled to follow me, peeping all the way. She's also testing her wings. She'll run and hop, then fly a few feet. Cutest thing ever.
She's also been running after the other chicks in a "Hey guys! Wait up! Where ya goin'? Can I come? WAIT FOR MEEEE!!!" kind of way. It's adorable. I hang around a few steps behind, just in case one of them tries to beat her up. They respect the big mama hen. I think we'll keep going this way for a week or so, with me backing off a little at a time, letting her find her way with the group.
Keeping chickens cool in this heat? WOO! It's been consistently 103 and above daily for the last couple of weeks. I've been putting gallon jugs of ice in their coop mid-day. Had a box fan set up just outside the coop, blowing the length of it. And let me TELL you what the heat does to chicken poo! The SMELL!!! Nauseating.
|Gratuitous Peep shot|
The ladies have also found a cool spot to take dust baths, just under the raised herb beds they're so fond of. Hilarious to watch them rolling in the dirt like a dog or horse rolls in grass.
|How Goof Ball and Peep celebrate the fourth|
Until I write again ...