Betsy catching some rays.
Smudge cautiously approaching me with the camera.
Vera and Hoppy. I need a new name for this chick.
Vera, Hoppy and the newly named Silvio. If you look carefully, you can see the difference between the month old babies in this pic. Silvio is definitely a boy, and I'm hoping that Hoppy isn't a late developer.
Amusing 'chick running' shot.
Vera makes sure that Betsy knows the score. She is getting less protective of the chicks, and to be fair the other two hens show little to no interest in the fluffballs.
Smudge. I think that once her headgear grows in, she'll look less gamey.
A running Smudge. She tends to roadrunner everywhere at the moment. The others aren't chasing her much, but I think she just likes running.
Vera tries to catch a few minutes of sun worship, while Hoppy uses her as a climbing frame.
Smudge de-mossing the patio. And making herself a rather fetching butterfly effect picture.
I imagine that this is Vera asking if Betsy will mind the kids for a bit, and Betsy is basically saying no.
I would have got pics of the pekins, but they rather sensibly had retired to the shade of the Palace. Even the possibility of chasing the micro chooks wasn't enough to tempt them forth. Hilda has gone in to the broody zone again, so had an appointment with a bucket this morning. She seems undeterred, but soggy.
It's one of those lovely days where I can't imagine not keeping hens.