The teenage chickens are hormonal.
Their pecks are starting to bite a bit and they are getting on each other’s nerves.
If Cheep Cheep makes the mistake of trying to eat at the same time as Yellow Feather, fighting breaks out.
If Fluffy takes a drink too close to Flappy, a battle begins.
And if Fin tries to cuddle up with Sir Hubert McFeatherington…the gloves come off and the pecking gets even more aggressive.
They definitely have some of their mothers’ traits. Some of them are calm, cool and collected, but the two that I think are roosters are angry juveniles fighting for the alpha position.
Enter the chicken whisperers.
Since it is such a nice day, we decided to bring them out to their run for a little fresh air and sunshine.
I don’t know if it because they had more room, or because the chicken whisperers were in the run with them, but they were instantly calmer and spent the time exploring their new surroundings and climbing all over the boys.
I dread putting them all back in their dank tank in the garage. They seem so happy hopping and flapping around the run, and the boys love being in there with them.
But they sure did get a treat today.
Two boys control them
Softly soothing with whispers
Held gently with love
Kiddos sure are good at socializing baby birds!
Yes they are! I love to watch them play. It’s the only time the boys sit still for longer than a minute!