If you remember, those darling sweet little balls of fluff...
...got too big for their box and moved into an interior pen in the chicken coop. Nineteen of our twenty chicks have made it, a decent ratio.
They've been growing and growing, and a few weeks ago we started leaving the interior cage door open so they could mingle with the adult chickens and begin stepping out into the Big Wide World. It was funny to watch them peek around the corner for the first time.
The adult chickens have never -- not once -- picked on the babies.
Gradually the babies' courage has increased. First they hung around the coop door...
...but now they're bravely venturing out into the driveway area.
They tend to run in packs, and Don says at this awkward adolescent stage they look like so many miniature Velociraptors (if you remember your Jurassic Park movie).
Velociraptors on the loose! Eeek, run!
