They are only two weeks old, but mostly feathered out and ready to fly their temporary home in the cardboard box. Were it not for the old fan screens on top, they'd be all over the workshop.
This is Nellie and on the dowel perch is the other Barred Rock, Ellie. They are the tamest, with the Americana, Besty, the most skittish.
It means stretching a long extension cord down to the coop and hanging the heat lamp there for nights.
The coop is all cleaned out. They will have so much room there they may be bewildered. I'll have to keep them company for a little while. They can't go out into the run until they get so big that they can't hop through the chain link fence.
I'd forgotten how much healthful exercise is provided by chickens in the coop down the hill. Now, it's made even more beneficial by a quantity of mole hills that make it a lot like trudging up that hill through snow.
