Before you know it, they are in that awkward no-man's-land between infancy and adulthood. They are teenagers. All angles and elbows and attitude. All grooming problems and social problems. Harder to control, harder to contain. Needing their own space, experimenting with adult adornments.
Not nearly as pleasant as when they were fluffy little chicks. Wait.... who did you think I was talking about? My kids? Nah..... this is now the All Chicken All The Time Blog, haven't you figured that out yet?
So, we have entered that awkward teenage phase. I recycled an old dog crate into roomier quarters. I've given them little roosts to try out. And fight over. I'm putting their food in to dishes with higher sides so they'll quit spreading it all over the floor and pooping in it. I probably threw out about 1/2 their food each time I cleaned the cage. Live and learn.
Their new home. Thanks, Reba, for the crate!
This one is "Aidan's chicken," the Polish, who will develop a big crest on it's head. You can already see it forming. In true teenager style, it didn't want to have it's photo taken and it looks like a chicken mug shot.
Queenie, the Silver Kraienkoppe is turning into an attractive little chicken.