Brett stood inside the hen house and I lifted the chicks out of the brooder, wings flapping madly, and handed them over the barrier to Brett. They immediately huddled in the far corner of the hen house.
I picked some grass and sprinkled it in the middle of the hen house. They love grass. After a few minutes, a couple brave chicks came over to investigate.
The first day they spent exploring and running back to their corner whenever we came into the run to peek in and see how they were doing.
It only took them a day to get acclimated. They are eating everything in sight, running, trying to fly, and roosting on the lowest rung of the roosting ladder.
The chicks are one month old now. We think we may have a rooster in the flock. One of the barred rocks has a suspiciously large comb and I caught him trying to mount one of the other chicks. Pretty soon we'll know for sure.