A little more than a week has passed since the chicks arrived and I swear they have doubled in size. Big feathers are starting to sprout on their wings and tails. They are starting to fly and they have discovered their roosting pole.
It's fun to go down to the barn and see a few sleeping on the pole – doing just what chickens should do. The day after we got them Walter decided to name them all "Walter." He made a sign for the brooding box and everything.
But since then, he's changed his mind. Now they are all "Fastie," because they are so fast and hard to catch. I imagine their names will change a few more times before he settles on something for good.
We introduced them to their (still not quite finished) coop tonight. They seemed to like it in there. There's a good chance Walter will want to move right in with them.