Well, it’s time. These little girlies are getting so big that their tub-housing just isn’t going to cut it anymore.
We’re working on getting their coop set up outside as quickly as possible. If the weather would just cooperate and warm up we could put them in a run outside–once we have one.
I’m afraid if we don’t hurry…
they’ll go house hunting, on their own!
Oh, these birdies of mine!
They’ve been cooped up in the silly little box, in the house…
for such a long time, that we decided to take them outside for their very first taste of fresh grass…
and a bit of sunshine.
Oh, myyyy how they loved it. Chirping and jumping and flapping their wings at last!
We’ve got to get creative really fast here. I’ve a feeling they won’t go back in their box too quietly. Fresh air and sunshine…
can’t say as I blame them.
Next stop…chicken coop.
Look how big these pretty girls are getting! Wing feathers on Goldie…
and pretty back feathers on Ruby.
Chickoletta’s beak is growing longer too.
Little Masha’s is still small and pokey. She is turning out to be the baby of the crowd–just staying a bit smaller than the rest–but ohhh so sweet.
And weird old Jiffy–still doesn’t seem to care.
I’ve been telling her they are baby bull dogs and she just has no interest in them.
She hasn’t caught on yet.
We’ve been trying to hold the baby birdies as often as we can so that they are people friendly when they get big.
So, while our church’s General Conference was on tv we decided to take the girls out and hold them one at a time.
Rhen’s a bit partial to the Russian chickies, so he only really holds them.
But look how cool their feathers are growing in. They are only a whopping 3 weeks old, but I’m amazed at how fast they are growing.
Even though I was playing with this cute little sweetie, I promise I was still listening to conference.
Well, most of the time.
Of course, I wasn’t the only one who was excited at taking this first step…
into…ahem…farm life. Wee step, though it is.
The kids have all taken turns coming over to snuggle…
and stare at…
and hold–some more–these pretty babies. I truly have dreamed of being this kind of Grammy.
So my little sweethearts could come over and have a good, old, earthy, relaxing time with dear little animals. If I had more room–there’d be a cow and a couple of goats in the back too.
This’ll do for now.
This’ll do, indeed.