I’ve been totally remiss, not having mentioned the babies since Ralphie’s unfortunate demise over a week ago.
Mostly because there’s not much to report. I lost one for no apparent reason, but that happens. The others are growing like weeds. Greedy, paranoid little weeds.
Once they’re all fledged out and look like miniature chickens, I’ll gather them up (and that’s going to be quite an entertaining chore, because they do not come when called) and move them into the big chickenhouse. But right now they still need the warmth of this quiet room in Landlady’s barn.
