they're in that very awkward stage that all chickens must go through before becoming lean & mean egg layin' machines.
case in point:
this is Francine. she's one of our poofy headed chicks. she and her sister, Hope, are probably the weirdest looking right now. i feel bad for them- but i assure them on a daily basis that they will one day be beautiful.
i have no idea what this one's name is. they're all too young to tell apart (with the exception of the poofy heads) but this one isn's quite as ugly.
one of the New Hampshire Reds. these will be our largest & prettiest chickens by far.
right now they're kinda lumpy & lazy.
and here they all are running & pecking about.
they don't live in the coop yet- we just took them out so they could stretch their wings.
they were a bit panicked & ran to hide underneath the coop- but they'll come around.
and this is the best picture by far:
why? because this was taken while the husband could do nothing about it. because he locked himself in the coop. HA! sucker.
he had to call me on his cell so that i could come outside & free him. i told him he'd better take care of that little problem ASAP.
