Last year, we did a big car switcheroo. We got Ryan’s car back from Adam to repair, planning to pass it along to Sugarwings. Since the grandfairy does not have a license yet, we use it to go back and forth to the dog park. It’s been great for that and will be hard to lose this “dog car” when it’s time to clean it back up and hand it over to the new driver.
Around here, dogs pretty much rule the roost, but they are just going to have to understand that it isn’t really their car. They are just borrowing it.
Our little peeps are growing up, have lost most of their downy fuzz. They look like mini hens now instead of babies.
The teenage chickens now live with the rest of the ladies and are free to roam both yards with them. The old biddies aren’t exactly welcoming of the intruders, but they are used to them and are excepting. The little ones lived in a pen inside the pen for a bit and that seemed to help the transition.
All of the babies are impressed with the egg that the mature hens left in the nest. We watched as they checked out the egg, tried an experimental sit on it, and basically just hung out around it.
For now, they mingle just a bit, but not in a cozy way. It’s definitely two separate flocks, sharing one home. As long as no one gets too hen pecked, it should be fine. The bigs are quick to put the littles in their place, with a sharp peck. But the littles are full of that youthful energy and speed that keeps them out of danger of a serious argument. They are listening to the warnings of their elders and skeedaddling out of their way.
Fingers crossed that they learn from the older gals, and end up being good, sweet chickies, like those ladies are. The bigs are pretty much, no muss-no fuss birds. I hope this latest batch grows up without any divas amongst them.
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