The girls are looking fine. We have only lost one of the infants (thus far and hopefully total!) and the girls are already showing vast personalities and trying to fly out of their plastic storage container. They ended up back in Emily’s room because of the cold snap that we did not expect. Two below zero is a smidge cold for little chickies. Emily is not pleased but is being a good sport. She is the only one with a cat proof room! They were banished last night from her bedside, however, for being stinky, loud, and jumping out of the box. When one of them escaped and pooped on her makeup box, that was the end of that. They are now in the bathtub (in her bathroom). New moms are no fun.
The Polish girls, Aretha Franklin and Ginger Rogers are looking more and more like Billy Idol. We all went through some funky stages as teenagers though.
My angelic little Buff Orpingtons. They are the smallest of the bunch and look like a quintessential Easter chick.
This is one of three Cuckoo Marans. They look like they have bald spots on their heads. Like little old men running around! The two Buff girls and the three Marans are named Gretel, Marta, Louisa, Brigitta, and Liesel. Pop quiz! Where are those names taken from?
This is Nala, our little leopard Araucana. The Araucanas are so cool looking! (Yes, I know. Nala was a lion, not a leopard.)
I just kept calling this gorgeous Araucana, Falcon. She looks just like a miniature wild bird. Her new name though is Sophia.
We have one more yellow Araucana with a brown halo. Emily advised me not to name her Angel as that is too predictable. (Guess what I was going to name her?) We’ll see what her name becomes. I asked Doug what he thought would be a good name. He said it didn’t matter because he will never be able to tell them apart. “You can’t tell them apart?!” Maybe I have too much time on my hands.
I am incredibly nervous about integrating them with the big chickies. I don’t want any massacres or injuries. I know that you sneak them in with means of a dog kennel and the chickens think that they were always there. But, I think Daffodil will remember. How do you integrate new chicks to the flock?