I didn't mean to poop on your head.

The Culprit: Donna

The sweetest thing about the chicks was that my husband got up at 3am to check on them. Come to think on it, he was always the one who got up during the night for our human children, as well.

Day 2 saw a lot of napping, and the pecking that was the norm yesterday seems to have stopped (for now). I had applied peck stop to a couple of the chicks as soon as we got them into the brooder because they were a bit agitated. I didn't reapply it today... I forgot, but thankfully they have been so busy looking up they forgot to peck.

There's been a lot of preening today. Feathers are coming in, the flight feathers on the tips of the wings are first and I saw two rows well on their way in when I got home from work tonight.

They have a small mirror in the brooder and it's a favourite. They also like the dust bath I put in, but I have yet to see them playing with the ball....

What amazes me about chicks at this age is that, like human babies, they fall asleep whenever they're tired, wherever they are. This can make drinking water a dangerous thing, if you're a very small bird and thirsty.

I'd  like to be able to say I see more coordination today, but that would be a bald-faced lie.

For those of you wondering, I have not yet broken the news to Dalwhinne and Tulip, our 3 year old chickens, that company's coming. 

They wouldn't understand.