Another day, another Chicken Exercise Hour. The girls are growing their big-girl feathers and are at the kind of mangy stage, though I've heard it gets worse.
Joan is looking pretty good, still.
I'm teaching them to hop into my hand when I put it in front of them, for a ride and for looking at things from up high, which almost all of them are really into (Carole is the hold-out; she shrieks when I pick her up).
Here's Liza, looking down at the others. Note the chicken-ears.
They all really like to be under me, no matter where I am.
And everybody is getting very excited about their wings. There was a lot of short-hop flying going on, and general luffing of the wings.
Noel was very popular, because he can make a perfect mother-chicken sound.
This form of hop-on-pop is much less painful than when the dogs do it.
Mostly, they are busy exploring. In between looking really, really mangy.
And a little awkward.
They especially still want mommy, even if they are not sure who mommy really is.
Well, I don't think they look mangy. They're still cute and they're going to be pretty birds when they're grown up. I'd say a nice word for them would be "transitional".