Saturday afternoon, Brett and I hauled the brooder, with its occupants, out of the hen house and into the chicken yard. We left them there for a few hours (in the shade) to look around from the safety of the brooder. The rest of the flock came over to investigate.
Oh, it's just you three. We thought it might be something interesting. Later.
Brett and I brought a couple of chairs into the chicken run so we could watch the fireworks, and then we let the chicks out. We watched. The hens scratched in the dirt. The roosters strutted around. Brett dozed off.
Mission accomplished. Now we will wait for eggs (fingers crossed that all three are hens). Cuckoo Marans lay chocolate colored eggs. Sometimes dark chocolate eggs. They are also a very pretty chicken; resembling Barred Rocks but with less distinct lines.
|Not one of ours -- who are still gangly teenagers.|