Yes, they've kinda hit that awkward pre-teen stage. E won't even go in to see them and you can tell by the look on Z's face that he's not exactly enjoying holding this gal for a picture. They're losing their baby feathers aand some of the adult feathers aren't in yet, but their wing feathers are mostly in. And their feet are huge! Like I said - awkward.
But we figured it was time to try them out in the pasture since they are pastured poultry. We delicately lifted them up out of the brooder.
Put them in their royal carriage a few at a time so that each one could make a grand entrance into their pasture pen where all the grass bowed before them.
We gave them a delicious gourmet feast to celebrate the occasion.
We even threw grit confetti as they paraded around their new abode.
They were truly honored and grateful for all the fanfare. And now we have happy hens once again!
Happy Clucking!
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