Since they were too young to do the baby garden plants much damage, we took a bucket of chicken to the garden. I know, I could have said “We took our baby chicks…” but don’t you think “bucket of chicken” is more hilarious? (I am so easily self-amused, let me tell you)
Most were scared to come out. I guess baby garden plants would look like huge trees to a teeny thing.
This one looks particularly confused.
We hope that fellow (er, gal) above is a “Jersey Black Giant” breed. We haven’t had that type of chicken before, but our little guy wanted his chickens to be black.
The ones below are all Ameraucana, or Auraucana, chickens. They are also called the Easter Egg Chickens by many (purists don’t like this, but it’s fine by me). This breed lays blue and green eggs and ones that are rather pinkish. We have a few grown chickens of this breed and love those gals for their predictability (I want to know I have eggs waiting in the coop in the afternoon!), good mothering (if you so choose to allow it), and a generally peaceful attitude (always a desired thing in a barnyard chicken coop).
The chicks scratched, pecked, flapped, and tweeted in the garden, until, exhausted and cold (baby chicks are almost always cold, it seems), they huddled into one massive heap in the corner.
Back to the heat lamp, gals.
Oh, but I could look at those fuzzy bottoms all day, couldn’t you?