Here's a look at the girls...3 weeks old and getting feathery. They fly into a tiny pterodactyl panic everytime I reach into the brooder. Cheeping and squeaking and flapping. They stretch their weird little necks up, up, up-- asserting their dinosaur connection. I put a piece of sod in with them and they stood around staring at it for about 30 minutes. Astrid was the brave lady of the flock and finally gave the clump of grass a hard peck. She pulled a blade free and minced around the brooder with her prize. Immediately, the other 5 belles got in on the action. Damn cute!
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