The farmers say chicks are chickens when they cluck and don’t peep. Our chicks are still peeping but they are getting close.

The chicks are inseparable, they ignore the hens.

This morning, as the sun got stronger, I heard some peeping in the barn and I found the chics all cuddled up on top of some hay bales. They are coming along, eating ticks and bugs and ants, and have begun exploring the pasture.

This is their first leap up onto the hay, next the big roost.

They each seem to give the other some strength.