As if we hadn’t dealt with it already x 4, we’ve got teens in our midst.
These two are getting their combs and feeling their oats:
Edith, the Buff Orpington:
And Willa, the Salmon Faverolle:
At two months of age, Edith is now not that much smaller than Bella!
They still stay close to mama…
And look to be about to enter their “awkward” stage.
There is much flapping of wings and skittering around the chicken yard.
Which is not helped in the least by teen #3:
After a few leash tutorials, the CE declared Lily good-to-go as a flock guard, meaning that he is reasonably sure she won’t eat her yard-mates. She keeps a very keen eye on them, but I’m not 100% convinced it is completely benevolent, so I keep a very keen eye on her. As I recall, that’s what you have to do with teenagers.
I’m watching you, Lily.
Even the adults are a-flutter. I rarely feel empathy for bossy Nugget, but the poor thing is in a massive molt. Feathers everywhere!
I know how she feels. There’s nothing more feather-ruffling than dealing with teenagers! This, too, shall pass, I tell her.
“But Mom, I’m such a good girl”!