Remember when our chickens were the size of ping pong balls? When all thirty of the adorable little fluff balls fit into a shoe box? I do. That was in October!
They are just about full-on chickens now! They've learned how delicious corn and peanut hulls are, they have started eating weeds and are no longer eating chick starter. As a result of all those things, they have ballooned to adult-chicken-like proportions.
And now, this:
That's Chuck. Roosters get names, hen's don't. Chuck started crowing a week or so ago, and is really polishing up his game. That's a full "cock-a-doodle-do", up from a "cock-a-do" just days ago. And he's getting louder! The other rooster, also a silver laced wyandotte, is only managing a very weak "cock-a". He's more timid and hasn't earned a name yet. Chuck seems to be Chicken in Chief as far as the ladies are concerned.
It's just a matter of time before we start getting eggs!