Have you ever heard the phrase, "Feeling like a Spring chicken" and wondered what that must feel like? Well, watching all our little chicks out in the barnyard has answered that question in my mind. It looks like an awful lot of fun being a Spring chicken. You might remember Silkie, the determined little hen from my earlier post, One Proud Mama Chicken. As things turned out, one egg didn't hatch and one chick didn't make it, but she has two healthy little offspring following her around wherever she goes. Neither one hatched from her own eggs, but I don't think she's ever noticed or would think anything of it if she did.
They've got following their mama down.
Silkie is such a good mother in fact, that other chickens wish they were her baby. This little brown silkie chick with a crossed beak deformation has decided to adopt itself into the family. Every time Silkie clucks the food call, this one comes running over and eats along with the chicks. Sometimes she chases it away, but usually she is okay with sharing.
I have to say these chicks are really getting their foraging technique down. When I threw out the cracked corn this morning, they were right there, scratching and pecking along with the best of them (all 62), and doing their mama proud.
62 chickens. I really am a crazy chicken lady now, or a farmer. It's a fine line.