I wasn’t going to write up a blog post tonight, I was going to use one of the “Get Out Of Jail Free” cards which I mentally dispense to myself every week. But I wouldn’t want to cause Debi to seek her chicken updates elsewhere.
However, I will be typing quickly, because “House” is on in half an hour. And I love you guys, but the ads make it look like this will be a Really Important Episode. I’m shallow that way.
The chicks have been eating and scratching and pooping and peeping like champs. Today I had to stop by the feed store to buy a second five-pound bag of baby food. I can’t believe they’ve eaten five pounds of food already!
They have also magically turned into teenagers, seemingly overnight. With all the awkward looks and uncertain plumage and “MOM stop TOUCHING ME, put me DOWN” that this entails.
Harriet’s bizarre patchy neck ruff reminds me of a cartoon eagle character whose name escapes me at the moment. Sam something? Something Sam? I’d look it up, but the clock is ticking. TV awaits. Don’t judge me.
Last night I built them a miniature roost, out of sticks and packing tape. They like it quite a lot. Here’s Ethel, roosting just like a big girl, photographed through the wire mesh of the cage lid.
I blame my digital camera, a Fujifilm Finepix A350 which I bought used, on eBay, three years ago, for $70. One day I will buy a Real Camera, and I won’t be able to use that excuse anymore. Until that day, I’m sticking with it.
Kimble would like you remind you that he’s way cuter than baby chickens, and actually enjoys being petted. (His tail isn’t missing, it’s just fallen down behind the cabinet.)