We ave three new babies in the house and the kids are thrilled. It’s been several years since we’ve had chicks and we figured it was as good a time as any to add some babies to our backyard flock.
Carys Áine was really excited to help take some photos of our 6 day old chicks. Surprisingly, she makes a pretty good chick wrangler.
This little fluffball is the one Carys picked out and named Squash, inspired by her current favorite library book about 2 dogs named Lucky and Squash. It’s a pretty dumb story, one that I was more than happy to return to the library, but Squash is a cute name for a little yellow chick.
She’s a Delaware chicken so she’ll be white with black feathers around her neck when she’s grown up. You can see her wing feathers beginning to grow in black and white.
This is Charlotte, named for Charlotte’s web since Saoirse and Mike are reading that book right now.
She was not too keen on the photo shoot and sat hunched down like this for a minute or so until she felt comfortable enough to walk around.
She’s a Welsummer and we have a grown up one already. Saoirse is a little disappointed that “her” chicken is a repeat of one that we have but Welsummers are really pretty and the chicks have such cute chipmunk-like stripes that she was hard to resist.
This chick is named Florence Nightingale, a collective naming effort by the girls and I. Apparently there’s a My Little Pony named Nightingale and Saoirse didn’t mind that I tacked Florence onto the front.
She’s an Australorp so she’ll be all black when she’s grown but right now I love her two tone coloring. She’s the feisty one of the trio and she didn’t want to stay in view of the camera at all. It was hard to keep her from wandering all over the dining room, especially since my little chicken wrangler gave up! Can’t you just see Florence Nightingale plotting her escape?
When we last had chicks, Saoirse was 2 years old and loved pulling up a little chair to sit in and watch them. Now Carys Áine has discovered the same little chair and sits and watches the chicks, mostly exclaiming “Oh, Squash! Squashy, Squashy, Squashy. You’re so funny! Oh, Squashy, why are you standing on your food dish!” Then she laughs so hard I think she may fall out of the little chair. Her enthusiasm is almost cuter than the chicks themselves.
Now I’m crossing my fingers that they all stay healthy and that they do all turn out to be girl chickens or else I’ll have one sad 3 year old. Saoirse has taken a more practical approach to chicken raising though tomorrow they are going to go visit the 1st graders at school.