From left to right: Cher, Dolly, Liza, and Carole. Not pictured: Janis. You can see it's still a little muddy in the chicken yard, and somebody tracked dirt on the eggs while laying or rearranging the eggs afterward.
A couple of friends had a kitty they needed to rehome. He was just too active and too high-energy for their new baby. Since we were in the market for a kitty, we brought him home for a trial, and things are going great.
We've renamed him Schwa. His former name was "Dingo" which we agreed was a bad-luck name around babies.
He came with his own cat tree, which has been a real boon. When we finished the dining room walls, we moved the tree by the back window and now he spends most of the day up there staring at the birds in the garden.
He also uses the vantage point to keep track of what the dogs are doing.
It's not his only spot. He's adapting quite well to living in an old house under construction.
We had Rosie's BFF neighbor dog Beanie overnight, and in the morning we had pancakes. So beanie got to take part in our weekly ritual. She was pretty good at it, but it's definitely much more work to get three dogs to cooperate for photos than it is one or two.
When the sun gets low in the sky, a chicken's instinct says it's time to get somewhere up high.
Goldie socked out in the hallway because it was too hot.
Last night, the girls went up and roosted all by themselves, for the first time. Until then, they'd been sleeping in a big chicken pile under the heat lamp.
They're almost all grown now! We just have to wait for them to stop peeping like babies, and they can be mixed into the main flock.
I took the chicks out today and let them play in the lawn and go up to the chicken yard. Liza was so interested in coming out (I thought because of the chicks but really because she wanted to come out and eat bugs), so I let her out, too (Carole was in the nest box pouting and not laying an egg).
Some pictures:
Janis in the grass. She seemed to want to be separate from the others more than I would have expected.
Liza getting agitated at the chicks (actually, just Liza getting agitated about wanting to come out)
Dolly (left) and Elvira (right) with Cornpuff and Spot in the background. Yes, I believe the name for the chick with the widow's peak will be Elvira. My grandmother Elvira has been gone for long enough now that I don't have to feel guilty.
Dot dashing:
Liza has a close encounter with a chick (that's Spot) and is mostly just confused about what it might be:
Goldie was mostly just lying in the sun ignoring the chicks. Dolly felt that was reason to go check out what she was.
Elvira pokes her head into a picture of Cornpuff at the last second:
"WTF is that?"
"I don't know but its breath smells terrible."
Everybody was very interested in the chicken yard:
But mostly they were all interested in scratching and pecking at the ground for stuff to eat.
I get the feeling Elvira is going to be quite the photo-chick. She seemed to stop and stare at the camera as soon as I took it out.
This is the look Rosie gives me when I call her name while she's in the middle of stomping on some plant.
A few days ago we did progress photos of the chicks. This is five of the six (somehow, Janis managed to escape being posed) at about a week and a half old:
This is Dot (who I am informed will be called Pepper):
(Aren't those tailfeathers adorable?)
And Spot (the future Salt):
Little Dolly growing tailfeathers:
And a somewhat blurry Cornball (who may become Cinnamon? They're still not sure):
(Yes, she did poop on the photo studio set just as I snapped the photo.)
And finally the chick who is ours but as yet unnamed. Anybody know any female singers who have a prominent widow's peak?
I've been really down since realizing on Monday that the kitty was in a downward spiral and we needed to make that vet appointment. So instead of being all sad and weepy here, here are some pictures of the chicks enjoying a little outside time and stuff.
Here we have them in the first few days, playing with a piece of the shipping crate they came in. I used it to test whether they were ready to have wood chips down as bedding (which you have to be careful about, since they might eat them to the point of illness).
Then we went outside.
I think we will be keeping this chick, and I am provisionally calling her Dolly (for Dolly Parton).
We tried some experiments with the dog and chicks (apparently it's very hard to focus a camera with one hand while trying to make sure the chick doesn't fall off the dog's head). This chick is the Silver-Laced Wyandotte, and we will be calling her Janis (for Janis Joplin, because she spent her first few days stumbling around the habitat and falling over her feet).
I've given pet names to the two Barred Rocks who will go to the neighbors. They are Spot and Dot. This is Spot, who has a big white spot on her head.
Here's Rosie admiring the little chicky butts.
This is one of the easter-eggers, which the neighbor's kid calls Stripes. I think this will also be our chick, and I'm not sure what her name will be.
The little outdoor excursions are to give them something to think about that is new and interesting. They had a pretty good time easting weed seeds.
I'm pretty sure that this chick will be going to the neighbors. The neighbor-kid calls her Cornpuff and seems to love her best. She really liked sheltering under Rosie; I think the chicks have decided the dogs are their mommies.
We tried out putting Dolly on Rosie's back to see how she would do:
Given that the chicks hardly ever sit still even without being on fur, she did a decent job of holding still, and Rosie did even better.
This is how I took the chicks out for their first exercise hour: a big canning pot. Lots of jokes about chickens in the stewpot.
Here they are in their habitat with fancy wood chip bedding and their feeder and waterer up on bricks for their convenience.
Another exercise hour, Dot poking around in the dirt:
And Dolly growing out some butt feathers:
You can really see Dot's smaller head dot (smaller than Spot's, of course) here:
I thought the canning pot might be uncomfortable, so we tried out the shipping box they came in for the next visit outside:
Clockwise from top left: Janis (Silver-Laced Wyandotte), unnamed easter-egger, Dot (Barred Rock), Dolly (easter-egger), Spot (Barred Rock), Cornpuff (easter-egger).
So there's really only one name we need to come up with, and in part that has to wait until we're sure which easter-egger is going to the neighbors.
