Day 2 and the Peepers are getting a bit braver. The wooden step down to the grass of their hutch no longer terrifies them quite so much (they fell off a bit to start with).
They huddle together and move almost as one organism, or at least on brain!
Chomper comes to meet the chicks. He didn't try to attack, just sniffed...
... and decided that since they were in his hutch, they must belong to him!
Chomsky and Sunshine come to an agreement over ownership of the hutch and it's fascinating occupants.
This elegant stretching is what I call chicken ballet.
Barbara is the smallest, she's a Rhode Island Red and I suspect she may only be 4 or 5 weeks old.
The water dish has been replaced with a sturdier version, complete with beach-rocks from Wai-iti to weight it down so they can't tip it over.
Dred Rock and Barbara share a beak of water.
Sunshine comes over to see what all the noise and peeping is about. You can see how little they are.
Manu and Dred Rock both have a lot more plummage than Barbara. Although none have many feathers on their back.
Gorgeous chickie.
Lots of photos and video today.
Bye!
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