What a difference a couple days makes.
On Thursday I blogged about how I had to make a smaller section in my chick box to create a "time-out" room for the pecky-pecksters (Barred Rocks) who were mercilessly eye-gouging the baby Black Stars. This little cardboard room has now become *the* desired destination location for all the baby chicks. My twelve girls, all behaving sisterly toward one another for the most part, literally FLOCK to it when I open the little flap, scrabbling and jumping and chirping all the way. Some will even leap over the slower ones in their hurry to get to this small 1' x 2' section.
Once there, they chirp excitedly while pecking and scratching in the pine chips. They've even starting kicking their feet behind them, in that classic hen motion, which sends the chips flying every which way. Any chicks left behind in the other part of the box, due to cat-napping, thermometer observing, wing stretching or other chick pastimes, quickly run to catch up once they notice the mass exodus.
I've tried to make a short video of this...let's see how well I was able to capture the glee:
In other news, we started building our chicken coop today. :-)