Easter Chicks

Sigh.

It seems like only yesterdays my chickies were tiiiiiiiiiiiny balls of fluff, peeping and running around the office.


























Take a look at them now.













































































They do grow up so fast, don't they? Obviously, they are no longer in my office but in their nice coop outside, as my office was beginning to smell like a barnyard. I've been watching them grow up, and though they look nearly the same, I have started to pick out some different quirks and personalities. (Yes, chickens can have personalities.)


The little girl on the right is the friendliest of the bunch, as in she is the one who is always sitting on me and wanting to be close. She is paler then the others, having more white feathers, so she is easily recognizable.


























Remember Trouble? The chick who decided I was her mother hen and protested loudly when I put her back in the box?



This is her now.



























Not much has changed. She is the biggest, reddest, bossiest chick of the group, and the one who doesn't mind if I pet her. She is also the first one to the feeding bowl, and the first one to snatch any treat I offer. The reason her picture is so close was that she was sitting on my knee, pecking at the camera when I was trying to take it. Nope, nothing has changed at all.



























This girl, though you can't really see it, has a speckled white belly, and she is the explorer of the bunch. While the rest of them are content to hang around, sitting on me or pecking grass when I let them out of the coop, I'm constantly having to herd this one back to the others. She always looks so annoyed when I do, though, peeping indignantly all the way back.



So yes, that is my flock. I might be a crazy chicken lady now, but at least they keep me amused.


The girls.